Born to Ride
When I put those jeans on him yesterday with his blue Converse and his messy hair I had no idea it would be the greatest day of his life.
By mid-morning Dad had opened the front door and found a huge package from Joovy. Inside the package? The Chief's first bike.
After it was assembled that balance bike--black and white--went everywhere with the boy. Upstairs, downstairs, inside, outside.To the park and parked next to Dad's motorcycle out front. And if we would've let him, he would've curled up in bed with it, his arms embracing the handle bars, his feet mingled about the rubber tires.
Today my son found his place in the world--A Boy on a Bike--the rest of life now falls in layers of meaninglessness.
The rest, as they say, is history.