They all tell different stories.
My legs tell a story of great adventures and misadventures.
They have taken me to new heights.
and new lows.
Through open doors.
and closed ones.
They have carried me to different countries.
and through a half marathon.
My legs allow me to jump and splash in puddles.
and ride bicycles all over the city.
They twist, turn, and bend in every which way.
and help me keep up with my little ones.
They have scars, scrapes, and bruises showing where I've been.and they inspire me to build dreams of where they'll go.
They glide through water.
Hike up mountains.
Fly through the air.
Descend into valleys.
Climb trees and rocks.
Dance all night.
Play all day.
My legs may not look exactly as I would like them to. They may not even function at the level I want them to. Sometimes I feel pain. My knees aren't good, and my right hip locks often, but they have yet to fail me in reaching a goal, fulfilling a dream.
I love my legs. My legs tell a story. A great one. One that will continue to grow and evolve for as long as my little legs allow me.
And I want to give a HUGE thank you to Sarah for taking the most beautiful pictures she could have given the subject matter ^_^
