A Simple Bicycle Ride
On one bicycle ride with my daughters, I realized the following:
* My oldest daughter is going to be dating soon. She is insisting on riding her bicycle in the street.
* Riding against the wind blowing in her face does not stop Emmalie from giggling.
* There is something magical about the third corner we turn. While walking the dog, that is where he decides to go to the bathroom. When riding bicycles, this is where one of my girls decides “I have to go to the bathroom.”
* It will be a long time before someone gets her license. Really, they put mirrors on the car so that you keep your eyes in front of you.
* Hanna lives there. We just passed Jillian’s house. Max lives here.
* Bicycle rides make Madison really hungry. Quickly too.
* Dogs will chase you.
* Maybe I can tolerate “Call Me Maybe”. Madison likes to sing it while she rides.
* They really should be getting their homework done.
* Madison’s hair lays flat on her shoulders. Emmalie’ hair blows in all kinds of crazy directions even with the helmet on. Go figure.
* Emmalie is still giggling.
* I know all of their bus stops.
* Madison is just so content. Just her. The metal of her bike. And the tires on the blacktop. The wind at her back.
* A bike ride was something I never got to do with my parents.
* It is a lot of fun to ride through deep rain water puddles, especially for Emmalie and her tweve inch tires.
* Both of them can do anything they put their mind to. They can start pedalling uphill.
* I keep pictures of the girls on my locker at work. I remember how long it has been that they came into my life. I realize how much they have grown. I need to put up new pictures and accept it.
* The longer we ride, I realize it is not enough time.