I just got back from a walk to the train stop in the nippy morning air. It felt wonderful to stretch my legs. Soren and I walk Scott to the station every morning and I really enjoy that laid-back time I get to spend with my family.
I've been thinking a lot lately how grateful I am for my legs. I love being able to walk and run. I love to dance! I love the sense of accomplishment and enjoyment that comes from physical exertion. I love propelling myself through life. I saw a show last week where a guy had to have a leg amputated. I was suddenly very grateful for my two legs. Actually, I should be grateful that my entire body functions properly (for the most part). How wonderful!