I have a little Mama.
She is short, petite and fiesty.
Truth is, she has not always been this way. It has been a battle of hers to be a little Mama.....
But, little she is now.
What is interesting to me is that if/when asked to describe her, her size never enters my mind. It has never entered my mind.
I think if you met her, it would not enter your mind either.
This is what I see when I think of my Mama...
* Large heart - I can remember actually getting frustrated with my mother when I was younger because she was "too nice". I would say, "you let people run over you. I felt this way a lot...and, even about relatives". Now, I understand that she was not weak in her heart area...she was large. She loved others more than herself so giving was natural to her. She saw the bigger picture...she "got it".....she knew that people were more important than things and battles were saved for important things...life or death things...not silly, immature things.
* Eyes so blue they cause you to catch your breath the first time you see them. Literally. My Mama's eyes have a
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