One More Year
As I was driving home today in the beautiful Southern California December weather, I saw a kid on a bike. It just hit me that Micah has only owned a bike for a few months when he was in second grade. I felt sad. I know he knows how to ride a bike because apparently you never forget how to ride a bike. But I would feel a bit nervous if he road on the busy roads here. Then I was thinking how he has never had a yard to play in. He has hardly had an outside childhood. And after I thought about that I realized that he has only one more year of childhood. Well, he has only one more year of school anyway. And really it is a year and a half. But in my sad mood it seemed like just a year. It doesn't seem that long ago that he was in second grade. It was 9 years ago! How does that happen. Anyway, I drove on thinking my sad thoughts and drinking my Dr. Pepper and realized I have to soak in all my days with Micah. I ...