Just like riding a bike....

Okay, so I haven't ridden a bike in, count them, over 6 years. Here is why....when you are doing fertility, they don't want you to ride a bike, then when I was pregnant they didn't want me to ride a bike, then, I wasn't pregnant, but I was going through fertility again and then pregnant again and then cancer and believe me, even if I felt like it, it wasn't gonna happen then! So, for the first time in AGES, I got on a bike this summer. Because we live on a bike trail, we have all the stuff - bikes, bike trailers, and a half of bike thingy for Mason that attaches on the back of Grant's bike. The first bike ride I didn't really like. Those seats are ridiculously small and my (now middle aged) butt is bigger than I remember. The second was a bit better only because I remember the first one being so hideous, but the third was actually, dare I say, fun? As we are riding, I am so thankful for those moments "racing Mason", the family time, and feeling good with the stamina to do it. We don't go far just far enough for a playground so the boys can play and then home. Nolan is a bit of a back seat rider. He says stuff like, "Where is Daddy and Mason? OVER THERE MOMMY! GO OVER THERE!" and "Faster Mommy faster!!" I respond nicely with, "Next time, I see you helping, I will listen!!!" (He is in a trailer.) I put him on one wheel yesterday goofing off and it scared Grant, but Nolan was still eating Cheerios when I looked at him, so what was the problem?!?!?! It is moments like these that I am reminded of how much I missed. Sometimes I think I was robbed, but I try and reframe it with maybe I was given this summer and these moments. I am grateful for them - truly truly grateful. Happy Monday, Ang