I don’t know why, but miniscule things give me the warm fuzzies. Tiny flowers that grow in the cracks of the sidewalk or little voices coming from children asking questions.
Perhaps it’s the possibilities these tiny things hold. Maybe I’ve got a “Horton” syndrome that blurs my vision. But I must agree that a person is indeed a person, no matter how small.
Have a lovely day and stay equally as lovely.
Loads of Love,