I am mugs of passion tea held close to the chest

An American History enthusiast and lover of classic cinema.

I am the smell of pumpkin spice on a rare rainy day

A loved daughter of Christ, a shameless cat video addict.

I am bubble baths and honest-to-God-Miles-Davis jazz

Visions of adventure in every corner of the globe.

I am lemonade-fueled political debates in the summer

And long, long runs with thoughts of nothing at all.

I am sweet, sticky peach juice dripping down wrists, and contagious full belly laughs

Pretending to be on Greys Anatomy at the doctor’s office.

And awkward encounters with the opposite sex.

I am sarcasm,

The crackle of a fire, and little black dresses.

I am class of Grace Kelly proportions

And Pacific Ocean sand that will never fully wash off.