My husband and I took the kids for a walk/bike ride this past weekend, the sun finally shining after what seemed like endless days filled with clouds. Neither of us had our phones with us…imagine that. The picture I wish I could have captured was my husband, pushing my six year old on her black bike with the pink training wheels as she sat hunched over the handle bars in “exhaustion,” her fluorescent unicorn helmet weighing her down. All the while, my husband was carrying a second bike. This one a bit smaller, white with pink wheels and a flowered basket. He had it propped up on his shoulder, almost like a 1990s boombox, as if it was no big deal to be carrying a bike while pushing another.
Meanwhile, I followed behind, pulling our Radio Flyer Wagon filled to capacity with one pouting four year old and a giddy toddler wearing a Frozen helmet a few sizes too big. I had a case of the giggles as I pulled, imagining what we must have looked like to the cars passing by on the busy road we traveled.