When I was little she called me “little one”; she would gather me in her lap, and I would admire the beautiful snow white curls that covered her head. Her laugh fills a room and her memory is better than mine still.
We call her “Mama Nita” and she’s the first woman I know, at age 90, who emails weekly, sits indian style in her green comfy chair, works out daily, and makes every attempt she can to give (selflessly) to others including her friends and family. OH..and she’s an INCREDIBLE cook. 😉
When I grow up, I want to be just like her.
Last night when my aunt, cousin, and I went to visit, I sat and thought of how truly lucky I am. Lucky to be loved, and to have the ability to love back. My Mama Nita still calls me “little one” and I still love to pull on her arm like I did when I was young.
It’s funny how being around her makes me feel safe, happy, and blissfully content.
I can only wish that one day I am half the woman she is. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she’s strong, and she’s selfless.
She’s definitey Loved.
Oh my…u have me crying over here….truly beautiful!!!!
AWE…I’m sorry to make you cry, Lindsey! 🙂 Thanks for taking the time to read though. She’s been SUCH an inspiration in my life.
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