Share A Smile

​This old gal…

Was never an athlete…tried basketball in junior high…painful…regretful…never again…

Those daughters of mine…athletes in their own right…all three…runners…baton twirlers…Beauty and Ginger dancers…graceful…lithe…

That middle daughter…though…cut from a different cloth…a true baller…basketball…volleyball…soccer…aggressive…tough…but tiny…

Kind of a scrapper…but with a loud boisterous laugh…and a personality on the court or field…that would amuse any onlooker…

In junior high…dads in the stands…a twinkle in their eye and loving to tease…dubbed her Little Shaq…this over time…morphed into Beast…then Midge the Beast…which stuck…

And now all grown up…those sisters of hers…have refined the nickname to Smidge…

Still a beast…and also a beauty…fighting for good…defending those she works with and for…always having the backs of that mom of hers…Little Ginger…and Beauty…

Smidgethebeast…warming our hearts…holding strong in the subway…making us smile…every day…
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And those sisters of hers…agree…