Clear blue skies.
Bright yellow sun.
Crisp morning air.
First bike ride of the season.
An hour long adventure.
A nice substitute for going to the gym.
Smelling the freshly cut grass.
Waving at the school buses passing us by.
Finding all the yellow cars.
Listening to a little voice announcing that she is still dry.
Listening to another little voice congratulating her.
Stopping only once to fix a fallen bracelet...a must have accessory for any bike ride.
Feeling refreshed after arriving back in our drive way.
Wondering why we can't have a morning like this every day...
Now you are a poet????? You amaze me; this is beautiful. Congrats to the dry girl and also her accomplice. Wish spring was here to stay.
ReplyDeleteIt's mornings like you just described, when I am pushing the girls in the stroller through the neighborhood, talking about all our surroundings, that I am so thankful to be home with my babies! Something about being outside with the girls, in particular, usually makes me stop and catch my breath and give thanks for this opportunity. :) :)
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