I knew that certain “firsts” were going to be hard. I thought Christmas would be the hardest, I was wrong. There is only one thing worse than having to shop for your baby girl’s first big girl bike alone. That would be, watching her ride it for the first time. I really didn’t see much, I was too busy wiping my tears. It’s odd how it’s the seemingly innocent things that upset me the most.
Oh, and putting the sucking bike together by myself sucked too.