Many "Thanks" to my Ankles

Today I cried.
I cried for my ankles.
My cry was humble.
My cry was love.
My cry was graceful.
How does this tiny area hold up my ENTIRE body.
If I didn't have ankles where would my feet be?
If I didn't have ankles, just how, I ask you, would I be supported?
How would I run?
What would happen to the short sock industry?
Seriously.  I loved up on my ankles.  
I never want to forget them.  I never take them for granted.
I prayed today for my ankles and I WILL do it again!
While praying today, I lavishly rubbed my ankles, feet and toes
and gave thanks to my Whole Body.
I gave my ankles extra attention and my tears did flow.
"Thank you for carrying me Dear Sweet Ankles!"
My sweet, sweet, thin and powerful ankles answered.
"You are welcome!"