And Then There Were Two

Add Tobi to the list of those who now know how to ride a two-wheeler. On Wednesday evening, without prompting, she jumped on the bike, put feet to the peddles, and took off. She's spent the last day tooling around the church parking lot and challenging me to races.

How good is that?

Yet what I am most proud of, is how Tobi, before she gathered up enough courage to overcome her final fears and actually peddle the bike, spent the previous two days telling everyone and anyone that her little sister now knew how to ride a bike. She told her friends at school, her teacher, folks at church, people in line at the grocery store...you name it. Even though she's older, and didn't know how to do it yet, she was proud of her little sister, and rejoiced along side her.

That's family (before years pass and it all gets tainted) the way family should be.

I am a blessed man indeed.