I love these legs.

With their scrapes and bruises

That serve as reminders they carry

a little human who chooses

Adventure.

Whatever form it may take;

Be it a run through the garden

Or a swim in the lake.

“Again!”,

Is her battle cry

When we throw the ball

Or I lift her high.

“Tay-Tay touch it”,

She says when she spies

Creeping things,

Frogs, birds, or flies.

Oh, my girl!

You make Dada proud

When you leap in faith

With a squeal so loud.

Yes, my girl!

Drain life to the dregs.

Tumble, run, and jump

On those wonderful legs!

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