Many, many, many of my favorite childhood memories are filled with images and smells and sounds of the wind in my long little girl hair, the dirt from my usual freshly skinned knees, and pedaling as fast I could with my childhood friends. I would beg to ride my bike, every moment that I could. Such simple joys.
I'm so glad that KJ and Carter get to have this opportunity to make these kind of memories, too. At our old house, we didn't get to ride bikes very much because the sidewalk was uneven and rocky at places, so the most that the kids would get to do it was at Papa Jay's house. Well, now...they have their own little track that it's just long enough that they have fun going up and down over and over in between walks around the neighborhood. Carter begs to ride his bike from the moment he gets home from school to when we finally have to drag him inside for dinner or bed. Such sweet childhood memories, such wonderful moments.
I'm a lucky, lucky mom.

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