A Few Tall Tales

*Yes, my husband is a little more than 14" taller than I am.  He stands 6'7" (two meters even).  I occasionally stand on a coffee table to see what the world looks like from his vantage point.  Strangers have come up to him and asked "Do you use your height for good or for evil?" Seriously - this has occurred on more than one occasion. The first time I saw Paul, in my final year of college, I knew I wanted to get to know him better, so I asked him to help me hang a really large map in my room. The rest, as they say, is history.
*My son, Henry, is an inch or two taller than me, but my daughter Clara is starting to realize that she will never pass me up. 
*I was only five feet tall when I graduated from High School (having just turned 17), but I grew almost five inches during college. I was determined not to be short.
*Although I am taller than my mom was, all three of my brothers and both of my sisters are taller than me. We get our height from our paternal side - my dad and his brothers were all over six feet tall. And my Tia Lupe was not too far behind them.  The Lunas were small - but fierce.
*There are six kids in my family, and I was born third. My older brother Petey and I are the short ones in our family.  He claims it's because my parents spoiled our older sister, to our detriment nutritionally, and that our three younger siblings benefited from my parents' increased economic status over time. I think we need to just embrace our fierceness.
*I claim to be 5'5", but my true height may be just a shade below that.
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These tales are offered in conjunction with Julie Kirk's really fun August meme: