Growing up in the country I didn’t have a bicycle but my brother did. He’s five years older than me and he would let me climb on his big bicycle and even though my feet couldn’t reach the peddles I would jump from one side of the cross bar to push a peddle and then bounce over the bar to other side to push the other peddle.
That sense of freedom while riding a bike has stayed with me throughout my life. When I married, what was my wedding gift to my husband? A bicycle! He was raised in an orphanage and had never owned a bicycle that was his very own. All the kids shared what toys were given to them including an old bike.
I remember the joy on his face when I presented his very first, his very own bicycle. He jumped on that bike and took off down the street yelping and hollering. The whole neighborhood could hear him. I stood laughing with tears streaming down my face. I never thought a simple gift such as a bicycle could make a grown man so happy.
We spent many hours riding our bikes. We rode around the neighborhood almost daily, we’d take our bikes and go to Tybee Island in south Georgia and spend our days playing in the ocean and riding our bikes all over the island. Whenever we went for a day away or a few days away we took our bikes.
Closer to home we’d toss our bikes in the back of the truck and ride all around Stone Mountain Park.
My husband was very athletic. I was athletic back then, too but nothing like my honey was. He was a runner. He’d ran marathons all over the country, he played tennis, and we went ice skating a few times until I busted my butt so many times I could barely walk.
If we weren’t riding our bikes around the mountain we were hiking up it. Well, let me put it this way. While I huffed and puffed my way up Stone Mountain,
he’d already RAN up the mountain, down the mountain, and was on his second trip up the mountain grinning like a Cheshire cat as he passed me. He was always kind enough to wait for me at the top and comfort me as I passed out on the warm granite stone.
I kept his bicycle for several years after he went to be with the Lord. I just couldn’t bear to let it go. The sweet memory of our times with the sun on our faces, the wind whistling through our hair, and his laugher lifted in the wind as he would speed past me daring me to catch him bring smiles to my face even today.
I still crave the sun on my face and the wind whistling through my hair………..
Oh my, excuse me but I forgot I have an errand to run. I’ll get back with you shortly. Have a blessed day.
“May the righteous be glad and rejoice before God; may they be happy and joyful.” Ps. 68:3
Blessings to you. 🙂