I am from

I am from the hidden brown house with the green trim that we have discussed changing but never get around to it.
I am from the poppies, roses and cherry blossoms in the backyard, the long grass that dad keeps forgetting to cut.
I am from one present opened on Christmas eve but the rest have to wait 'till the morning and red hair that never goes gray.
I am from Grandpa's curly mustache and grandma's "famous" shortbread.
I am from umbrella's covered in rain and sand covering me head to toe.
I am from slumber parties with pillow fights and secrets.

I am from love.