Learning to “Fly”

I am astounded at how quickly my “baby” has grown up. Harley graduated to a larger bike from her tiny little purple bike, and me being the stubborn person I am, I REF– USE to put training wheels back on it for Reagan. So the past couple weeks, she’s been learning to ride without them. She finally succeeded in being able to start herself off while we were camping over Memorial Day Weekend.

I can’t believe how big she’s getting ~ it’s just one more step of independenced for her, and one less way she’s dependent on me. I hate it and love it at the same time.

When she really gets going fast, she screams, “Mommy, I’m flying!”.

Sweet childish days, that were as longAs twenty days are now.
~ William Wordsworth