I am thankful for my feet. They carry me from destination to destination. Sometimes they are pretty with the help of a pedicure. Sometimes they get worn down and dry and really show the abuse that my feet take. Even though they ache at night, they remind me that I had a good day. I worked hard and now they get to take a rest. I am grateful that my feet can bare my weight and take me on walks, hikes, up stairs, down stairs, and kick in the water. Two of my favorite things in this world involve feet. Walking in cool tender grass and feeling sand between my toes at the beach. I love my feet.
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Oh. Feet. I don't know. You and Troy both have that happy, shiny attitude going on...I may need to take a lesson.
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