I am...

I am…

A fuzzy blanket, warm sweatpants, comfy socks, and my favorite movie on a rainy day.

My mom’s homemade hot tomato soup and grilled cheese when my throat hurts and I can’t breathe.

A girlfriend, a best pal, and a biggest fan to Morgan, a man who has the sweetest heart and loves me even though I’m stubborn and at times hard to please, who knows my favorites and my hates and handles my ups and my downs, a man who has taught me so much and only wants the very best for me.

Stubborn beyond belief, hard headed, and passionate.

I am...

A creamy green bean casserole, a mound of mashed potatoes and hot brown gravy, a golden caramelized ham, and delicious turkey flavored stuffing.

A cold root beer on a hot day at the stadium, a pitcher on the mound, my dad and I sitting side by side in the bleachers, the smack of a ball hitting the palm of a glove, the dirt on the side of the players pants from sliding into home, the game of baseball.

Crafts and love letters, journals, and scrapbooks.

Blogging and reblogging, and blogging again.

A camera, a journal, a pen, a story, a quote, a name, a source, a publisher, an ad coordinator, a salesmen, a reporter, a story teller.

I am…

A 17 year old who has no idea where she is going, what she is doing, or how she’s going to get there.

A best pal to MaCayla, who listens to me even when I am complaining too much, who handles me when I laugh too loud or cry for no reason, a supporter who always has my back and my best interest at heart, a friend when I feel alone, who makes me laugh when I need it or even when I don’t, who I can call every time I get hungry because I know she is too, who I loved dearly.

Spending money on things I don’t need with money I don’t have, always getting tired of the clothes in my closet and always wanting more,more, more.

Fettuccine Alfredo, garlic bread, toasted ravioli, Stromboli, pasta salad, and lasagna.

Painted faces, bandanas of all colors, standing on the bleachers with my friends, yelling my heart out at the refs, glitter in my hair, chant after chant, Friday night under the stadium lights, football season.

Vanilla Dr. Pepper with extra vanilla.

Simply me.