What Ever to do With This?

Ruby Lynn is a frustrated 8 year old as she spends her first day trying to ride a bike without training wheels. Within an hour, she's got it down and couldn't be more excited!

It's so strange to me that you might be able to look back at your whole lives through the strange filter of this World Wide Web. But, you might. As long as you can recall this Blog's name, it's address, then you will be able to look back as far as I've posted. You could see photos of you with your mother when she was just a girl. You can read words that your father wrote when he was as young as you are now. You can see the shapes of days that you can't even remember. You surely have the feelings. Ruby, you might remember the colors and emotions of the day that you first learned to ride a bike. But here! Look! That's you on that day! Look further back and see another day. See your history. Lucy, your first days are here. That's you in a bath.
For me, or for your mom, the images of our youth is lost to us. There might be one or two old Kodachromes in some old dusty box somewhere, but you've got full color digital vividness!

How strange. How wonderful.

Today was a day. One of "those" days. A good day. A hard day. A day full of tears and laughter and crying and yelling and cheering and then more crying. Today was the day that Grandma died, but it was also the day that we went over to the trail together. We spent the day as a family. The railroad didn't call. Nickelodeon didn't send work. There was no school. We were together. The four of us. Our little family. We spent the day together learning to ride bikes without training wheels. What a day. What a perfect day.