How They Roll

Two Saturdays ago (when I was gone to the Women's conference) Ava decided to ride her little bike.

It is almost too little for her.

(Maybe Santa will catch that hint for Christmas:)

But she literally picked up the bike, figured out the balancing thing for herself and the rest has been history.

We have spent a lot of time the past two weeks hanging out in our cul-de-sac. We live at the end of the neighborhood so we don't have a lot of traffic coming through. Ava can pedal away. Zeke tries to keep up with her on his little tricycle.

Caroline and I sit together and watch the show and the smiles.

Not liking to be outdone....Caroline and I sometimes race them in her chair. We win!!


But I just love the joy of the whole experience.
Being outside.
A fall breeze blowing in the trees.
Smiles plastered on dirty little faces.

She will whiz past me and yell...."Mom, this is so much fun!"


I remember.

There is just something about that freedom of pedaling yourself, propelling forward and going (within limits) where you want to go.

I had to add this last one.....for anyone who has the awesome privilege of knowing my husband.

Are you surprised at all?!?