She was little 
Very little 
So little that tops & skirts were often forgotten
So little that her moments swelled and popped with enthusiasm
~ like that juicy watermelon bubblegum she loved to chew even to bed
~ when she took turns chasing & being chased all over the house, by her just a ‘little’ bit older sister
So little that she was lost & swimming in laughter over the silliest little thing 
So little that those moments then, now . . . felt so big in comparison 
She was little 
Very little
So little that back then every day, every moment, every little thing, was just as special,
~ as that day years later when she wore,
“Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue” 
That wonderful day, when she was a bit older, but felt that little magic all over again . . .

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