Just a Push, and We’re On Our Way . . .

Last weekend Eleanor found my old journal that I kept when I was her age.  In it, I wrote about the time I was given my favorite childhood bike (purple Huffy, banana seat, called the “Desert Rose,” still love it).

She grew silent; she hadn’t ever really learned to ride a bike, even though she was close to figuring it out.

Imagine my surprise when she hopped on Jeff’s bike and persisted until she was doing loops around the cul-de-sac!  I had to get some video evidence on Sunday afternoon for the grandparents.  We are all so proud of her!

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