My poor dd the day she finally got to ride her first bike!
journaling reads:
You are four.
You want to want to ride this bike.
You want it so badly, you are quivering.
You give it everything,
everything your little body has
and still it eludes you.
For a moment, all your excitement
turns to inexpressible anguish.
(and we haven’t even removed the training wheels yet)
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