There’s nothing small about their feelings, even if they’re unjustified or disproportionate.
There’s no smallness to their generosity or their unconditional offer of love, heedless of a person’s otherwise social awkwardness or prickly first impression.
You can’t tell me their gestures of gratitude feel small, the smallness of their chubby arms, or that place between elbow and wrist where the skin plumps up as if by the presence of a rubber band. Those arms, wrapped caution-to-the-wind around your neck will dispel any idea of smallness in the grandness of their embrace.
Though they be small, the force of their innocence will fell the loftiest person to the ground, brought low from their presumed place of importance or stature. They care not for etiquette or fancy graces.
They care for you,
and in all your imperfections,
that is no small thing.
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Loni says
Oh, I love those small chubby armed hugs . . . and am re-enjoying through my first grandbaby! I am your “neighbor” on FMF! 🙂
Alia Joy says
I love this. So precious, that age, when small takes over your whole heart and blazes right through. Makes me want to wake my kids up and squeeze them.
Dolly @Soulstops says
TC,
That image you paint, of the space between elbow and wrist…oh, the fond memories…and yes, no small thing…blessings to you 🙂