I have big legs. And they are strong. 25 years has built them this way. They are from skipping down the street. From jumping on the neighbors trampoline. From running stairs while I cried. From being independent. From standing on my toes to give goodnight kisses. From reaching things off the top shelf. They have never failed me. When I feel weak, when I want to crumple, when my mind is giving out; my legs have carried me on.