Hope got a bike for her birthday! A beautiful pink and purple bike, delivered the day after so that lucky little munchkin enjoyed a three-day celebration.
And enjoy she did. She hasn’t got it down yet–yes, aunt and uncle, she did over-state her prowess–but we’re working on it. Mom lives in fear. I remember my spectacular crashes, you see. The bruise that was my thigh, picking pebbles from under the skin of my knees and elbows, walking around looking like I’d lost a fight with an electric sander, the time the damn tire came off!
Funny how I used to think my mom was over-protective. If Hope fell (was pushed!) out of a tree from twenty feet up, I’d be calling an ambulance, and then they’d be calling another one, ’cause I’d be flat on the ground too.
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Right?