Ode to Anita
by her dear friends Carissa, Miranda, and Whitney

You are the wind beneath our sails,
The wood under our tires,
The ice cream to our waffle cone.

Even though you're not here with us, today,
You live in our heart and minds 
as a great pair of high heels.

Or riding boots.

We will reconnect in a week or so
At a rural hockey game
You'll cheer for your secret crush**
While we root for spouses...or in Carissa's case, the blue team.

We miss you like you miss Old Betsy
A sweet ride without air conditioning, but with lots of laughter

You are the melody to our song
But since this ode sucks, not this song
You can sing it if you like, 
because you're lonesome without us there.
We prefer if you don't, and save KC the agony.

If you're Skype doesn't work, 
And we'll go another week without,
Please read this and remember us as your "special" friends who care.

LOVE YOU!
**Please note: There is no secret crush... that we are aware of. Anita, stop blushing.