Last weekend, our pastor’s family gave us a hand-me-down bike. It was deemed Douglas’ because it looks like a boy bike and Sarah already has two; one at her grandparents and one here in need of an overhaul. He is thrilled to have a bike in working order again. In most of our travels we didn’t have the joy of much bike-riding. Bikes weren’t priority on the packing list. As you can imagine, that boy has spent hours building ramps and flying down the driveway….
Enter one very determined 6 year old.
Sunday afternoon, I got a glimpse of her wobbling around and walking the bike. I know this girl. She was not about to be left behind. Her brother was having fun and she wanted in on the action. Soon enough, Sarah walked by and just said, “Hey Laura, maybe you ought to start up on the hill..” And the rest, as they say, is history.