The excitement you get when you write your first letter of recommendation for the gorgeous, little girl you babysat growing up. TSM.

Even in her old age, your grandmother refusing to put anything but Salvatore Ferragamo heels on her feet. TSM.

Warning your grand little that if she takes off her heels in public one more time, she’s disowned. TSM.

Communicating with your little on every for of social media because you miss her so much while she’s abroad. TSM.

Waking up at 6AM to take a “midnight” shot for your little’s 21st when you’re abroad. TSM.

The bittersweetness of crafting for your future g-little. TSM.

“This is why you are my little.” TSM.

The first question your GG asks about your future little being “Can she hold her liquor?” TSM.

Watching my little get pinned by her mother and our national president. TSM.

I have binders full of women too. It’s called recruitment. TSM.