I am.

I am regularly chipped nail paint.

A 1 p.m. latte.

A little late in finding a healthy love.

A little early in discovering how many great purposes pop tarts have.

I am a little clumsy with my texting thumbs.

And a little too anal to not correct my 7 typos even though all of me knows the person receiving my text knew what I meant.

I am a swimming pool sized t-shirt worn inside out because the tag that I already cut out somehow still scratches its ghost paws against my neck.

I am yellow blankets knitted with dog fur.

An affirmation when you can't find ease.

I am your biggest fan even when I have no idea what you're doing.

I am all the best snacks at the movie theater.

A Slurpee at midnight. A winter sunrise with frozen fingers.

A pillow with a smile and a wink.

A mother to the bestest brown-eyed 4-legged son in a banana collar around.

I am an open Nutella jar beside an extra-large spoon.

(I am the extra-large spoon too.)