John and I hitched up the bike trailer last night and rode off into the sunset for a family dinner at the local taco joint. The girls were huddled together inside their little trailer cocoon, giggling hysterically. My, my, how our Friday nights have changed.
We grinned at each other in spite of the change in circumstances. It was Friday, the beginning of a whole new weekend. A weekend together with our daughters. The sunset looks brighter, the wind tastes cleaner, the stars twinkle more on Fridays.
And the simple act of riding bikes to dinner was the perfect start to a perfect Friday.
We grinned at each other in spite of the change in circumstances. It was Friday, the beginning of a whole new weekend. A weekend together with our daughters. The sunset looks brighter, the wind tastes cleaner, the stars twinkle more on Fridays.
And the simple act of riding bikes to dinner was the perfect start to a perfect Friday.
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