Cankles & Memories

I know the second time around is different, but that doesn't mean I have to like or accept it, right?  When I was pregnant with A my feet didn't really swell until about 36 weeks.  Now I have cankles by noon everyday.  I don't like them.  I want them to go away. 

On a happier (and probably more pleasant to read) note, I just had a wonderful conversation with my dear friend Sally.  She is so very far away in the mystically warm land known as Phoenix and I miss her terribly.  While shopping at the craft store I thought of her (she inspired me to pick up my crochet hook again about 4 years ago) and then she called me. 

I love all my dear, wonderful friends.  I know I don't call or talk to you all as often as I should.  Please know that I do think of you...often at times when  I can't call.  I am reminded of you when I see palm trees or a beach, Mickey Mouse's ears, a towering skyscraper, a beautiful photograph, when I taste a yummy treat, when I hear a song, and so many more times.