It’s been gorgeous outside. I’ve been busy. I’ve been sleepy. I’ve been riding my bike.
For whatever reason, I just haven’t been blogging–which in itself is not really a big deal, but my family seems to think that writing has been somewhat of an outlet for me and the fact that I’m not doing it regularly has them a tiny bit concerned.
So I’m freakin’ writing, if only to keep my mom updated. (Love you, Mom.)
As I mentioned before, I love my new bike, and I love it even more now that my husband has a sweet green one. Seriously, he’s adorable on that thing. Bless his heart, he couldn’t keep up with me and Cheyenne on our first ride yesterday–the hills about killed him and he came home and passed out on the couch. But it was a lot of fun and I’m hoping it’s something we can all do more often.
Mia has grown to love the rides as much as I do–she hugs me around my waist, kisses me on my back, and sings songs to me the whole way–and I’ve realized how good she is at singing, how many songs she actually knows, how well she can carry a tune. Everytime we zoom down a hill she throws her arms up and shouts "WEEEEEEEEE!" all the way down. She thinks her little pink helmet is the coolest thing a kid could own, and whenever I strap it on, she struts around with her chin up and a huge grin on her face…
Cheyenne rides in front of me. She has the makings of a professional cyclist–her legs are getting stronger and stronger, she seems so lean and mean on that bike of hers–she rides with such confidence…on her bike, all her awkwardness melts away, her clumsiness, her noodle arms and legs…gone. I’m seeing muscles in her body that I never would’ve guessed she had. And I can tell she really loves to ride.
I ride because it makes me feel better. When I miss a day, my mood suffers–funny how that’s working out. I guess it’s good–what better motivation is there to exercise than the threat of an emotional breakdown? Yesterday I suffered a mini-episode in the privacy of my closet. For some reason I felt this overwhelming sense of anger and sadness both, and could do nothing for 30 minutes but cry and gag…it passed as quickly as it came on, and Mia and I had some chocolate cake out on the back porch and all was right with the world again.
Oh, and the cake came from
MY HUSBAND’S 29TH BIRTHDAY
which ever so awesomely took place yesterday, July 10th. We got him a grill cover and 3 manly movies (Zardoz not included), and I think he was happy. He’s not one to get too terribly excited over birthdays, not the way I do anyway–and he had an awful lot of work to catch up on after his week of hurt-back.
My biggest birthday wish for him, since I’m not sure he knew to make one for himself, is that his 29th year is filled with happiness and success, that he be satisfied by who he is and where he is completely and utterly by the time he hits the big 3-0. You know, I think he’s there already–he is a very contented person. I admire the way he takes each day and makes the best out of it, yet is not afraid to have the occasional dramatic freak-out over something big…but he deals with it with such strength and manliness. And he looks really, really good on a bicycle.