Last week, I finally taught the kids how to ride their bikes.
I still can’t believe they figured it out in only two days.
Then came last Sunday:
Me in the garage. Music on. Cameras, car parts, and half-finished projects everywhere. The kids doing laps around the neighborhood like they’d been riding for years.
Every so often they’d roll back in for a water break, tell me some wildly important neighborhood update, then disappear again in a blur of bikes and confidence.
Honestly? It ruled.
The sweet taste of freedom for them… and maybe a little for me too.
