Not her hair or style. Not her position or status. Not her looks, her accomplishments, her reputation. Her popularity or lack thereof. None comprises a woman like her heart. The thoughts that fester there. The quiet revelations that are sown there. The journeys of struggles and joy that are remembered there. The moments sought after, then experienced there. The jumps and skips that recognizes Him there. It is there, that the seeds of joy, pain, laughter,...