we got the boys new bikes for their birthdays this year. they've been hobbling along for years on a mish mash of hand-me-down bikes, bikes too small, bikes with chains that fell off more than they stayed on, and bikes that more resembled a toy, than a tool. this did not stop them from riding, but it did add to the excitement in getting a new bike. a bike that was sure to fit. sure to work. sure to fly.
as we walked out of costco behind each boy wheeling out his shiny, new, world-opening bike, i noticed something interesting. they were turning heads. every few feet they strode another man or two would stop. look. and smile. no less than five, FIVE different and unrelated men commented as we went from store, to checkout line, to parking lot. and the fascinating thing is, they all said the very same thing. those who spoke said, to no one in particular...."that's a good day." some even tapped another man on the arm and pointed. it was like i got a glimpse into the world of men. they all rallied together in this common experience. it was like their day was suddenly just as "good" because they knew what my boys felt. i was so very glad they were there to make the moment even more momentous for my sons.