She hugs you real tight and asks how your mama’s doin’.
She remembers the best about you, forgets the worst, and forgives even when you haven’t asked.
She shops with her mama, her sisters, her daughters and her nieces – and she’s always certain that they’ve never had more fun.
She listens.
She figures out what people you have in common even if she has to spend ten minutes asking questions about where your relatives live – and then five more minutes making a phone call to a cousin to see if the McWinns still live on 16th Avenue.
She tells you how darlin’ you are and asks where in the world you got your cute sweater.
She adores the names of her favorite small towns, places like Noxapater, D’Lo, Arcola, and Itta Bena.
She knows that grace and mercy are so much better when they’re shared.
She trusts that love is the better way.
She’s there when you get married, when you have a baby, when one of your people dies, when your kids get baptized, and when you least expect it but need it the most.
She remembers your name.
She’s well aware that the Lord gives and He takes away, and she’s at peace with that because, well, she figures that He knows best.
She rocks babies, wipes noses, ties shoelaces, and sings “This Little Light of Mine” soft and low.
She makes a killer hash brown casserole.
She studies the Bible, reads Miss Welty, watches Bravo, and connects themes from all three while you’re standing in the produce department at the Winn-Dixie.
She creates artful arrangements for her dining room table with hydrangeas, privet, and some sticks from her backyard.
She keeps her commitments.
She tells her little girl that she needs to stand up for herself as she fastens a bow the size of a dinner plate in her hair.
She celebrates the birth of her first grand baby and decides that she’d prefer to be called “Honey” or “Mimi” or “Sweetmama” from that day forward.
She keeps a secret stash of unsweetened tea in the back of the refrigerator just in case one of her guests is “off the sugar.”
She wants more for you than you could ever want for yourself.
She always welcomes you home with wide open arms.
And she asks when you’ll be back again – with a sweet smile on her face – every single time that you leave.
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