She held on tight

While we were riding to school this morning her hands were cold, so she reached under my coat between my layers and wrapped her arms around me.  As her little brother was yelling from his front seat, "No brakes Mama!  Only faster!", she held on tight.  Her head was resting on my back as it used to when she was in the ergo.  Then she said, "I want to ride my bike next time we go."  I thought, "Please no, not yet, stay right back there holding on to me a little bit longer."  Her brother's right.  The years have no brakes, only faster.


  1. What a tender moment :)

    1. Thanks for stopping by, so interesting to read about you and your cargo bike in the Tour de Disaster.