As I watched him scooter his way home from school this afternoon (at times, at a rate of speed that made my pulse quicken), I remembered what it was like to ride my bike as a kid; the thrill of feeling my stomach flip-flop as the path underneath me rose and fell and rose again. Back then, it was exhilarating; now, it's a bit nauseating. And I rather suddenly realized that at some point, something changed.
Could be age. Could be perspective. Could be one of many different things. But today, it was a blessing to see Brady embracing one of the simple joys of childhood.
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