Let me preface this story with the story of my wonderful Mother's Day gift. Joe drove up in the driveway late one evening with a surprise in the back of his truck. He had picked out a bike, something I had long been wanting, and held on to hope that he had picked the right one. It has been YEARS since I've owned a bike and longer than I can even remember that I owned one that was actually MINE (not handed down.) So it was no surprise that I grabbed my shoes and sweatshirt and ran like a kid out to the truck. I was on that bike and down the road before Joe could even say hello. Happy Mother's Day to me! I was thrilled. But we were still incomplete for our dream of family biking. The bike trailer came soon after. So Memorial Day marked our very first family bike outing. Needless to say, I felt like I should have been pulling more weight (ha ha.) But Joe insisted that it really wasn't all that bad (Aubrey was strapped into her carseat and strapped into the trailer!) After an hour long ride down the beautiful canal, I was giddy with excitement and decided this had to be the best Mother's Day gift ever!