I come from hard work and blisters, mason jars and white picket fences, short tempers and a cuss word. I’m from Adam and Karolyn, Claudia and Ed, Sondra and John. From the dark stained pages of worn novels. Scuffed ostrich skin cowboy boots, and a swift kick in the rear. From passion that runs too deep, from the twitching of stars in the vast muddy midnight blue. From mountain peaks that reach the rosy skies, from wrinkled hands, and worn out faces, embedded with deep creases from laugh lines and worries. I’m from blue eyes that reflect pain, that make you want bear your soul. I come from Stories that wind and grow and change like the seasons. From the banks of the Bitteroot, and the Snake, were the currents flow deep and strong and unaltered and where love can come and go.
From the summer sun that tans your face and ages your hands, from the winding road that leads to home. Autumn leaves that rustle with the passing wind. Old barn wood that whispers of years gone by, battered stairs that reflect their use. From creaking rockers that hold a mother, her babies gentle unscathed hands reaching for her face. Beginning with unblemished sunrises that emanates of Gods untainted love. Days ending with a masterpiece of God’s own hands sprawled over the mountains.
I am Kirsten, competitive, strong willed, short fused, quick tempered, hard headed, and loud. I love freely and laugh easily. My easy spirit and open heart often leave me short changed or broken hearted. My competitive drive often pushes me beyond my limits and on to new adventures and heights. There aren’t many things that I won’t try at least once. There aren’t many people that I can’t love. There is nothing and no one that can stand in my way when my mind is set. I’m from a long line of free spirits and solid faith. Like my mother before me, and her mother before her, my greatest joy will come from the happiness of my children.
This is a paper I typed for my writting and reasoning class and I just wanted to share. My second semester of colleg is going suprisingly well...I miss scott dearly but I'm getting a lot done and trying to live up the last of my "single days" psh whatever I'm so ready to just get married all ready hahah