I am from cotton farmers and people who speak “Czech”.
I am from Summer nights catching fireflies and Fourth of Julys sitting on top of my Dad’s old Chevy watching the fireworks across the street.
I am from Kolaches and beef Stroganoff and apple pie with sugar and flour crumbles on top.
I am from glasses full of “sun tea”.
I am from Lillie and Thomas, Paul and Annie.
I am from fields full of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush.
I am from road trips to the Painted Dessert and the Lincoln Memorial.
I am from mean jokes about my “stature” as a child.
I am from heartbreak and belly laughter and good friends and slumber parties.
I am from dog-lovers and fish-catchers and truck-drivers.
I am from big Texas lakes to ski on and even bigger Texas skies to day dream under.
I am from the old camper where I slept away many a childhood night at the K.O.A.s of the U.S. of A.
I am from a family of six that has grown to twenty-one.
I am from three older brothers and no biological sisters, but many who I would call that anyway.
I am from Lawrence and Lillian.
I am from loses and wins.
I am from photos and memories and dreams of what is yet to come.
I am from dirt and sweat and the sun and moon, rising and setting, many, many times.
I am from God.