here he is yawning... awww
Ready to pounce...
won't you join me?
Heather did this on her blog. She told me I should to it too and since I do anything she tells me... here it is. If you want to do it, the format is here.
I am from refrigerator boxes that can keep everyone amused for hours, from maytag and caputo’s
I am from the smell of something cooking in the kitchen, the sound of small paws on the hardwood floors and pots and pans clanking at dawn
I am from the cheap flowers that decorate our kitchen to the apple trees and tulips and evergreens that decorate our backyard
I am from the family BBQs and loud parties where everyone competes to be heard, from Francesco and Fortunata and Grandma Lucy
I am from true competitiveness, family importance, and catholic guilt.
From your face will stay like that and stop touching each other and silences where bad words were thought but not spoken
I am from saying the rosary and praying to Mary, standing up and sitting down when told to, rehearsing words I never knew the meaning of.
I’m from
From the Italian grandfather who didn’t like to talk about his childhood and the father who isn’t Italian
I am from dusty bookshelves and dirty cabinets containing photo albums that have since been forgotten