all’s well that ends well.

We were happily surprised to find ourselves with stunning weather on New Year’s Day. After making a pit stop to buy a couple of wingback chairs off of CraigsList (furnishing the cottage has turned me into an addict) we headed to the local nature preserve for a bike ride.

This would be the first time both kiddos would saddle up their own bikes for the ride. We brought the tandem bike and the carrier just in case but it turns out we never used them. It also turns out that we probably should have.

Ephraim was delighted to take his big boy bike out for an honest-to-goodness spin. My quads were delighted as well – propelling that extra 30+ pounds was getting to be less fun. We both became exponentially less delighted though after he started rocketing down the backside of the first bridge. I realized about 5 seconds too late that I’d never actually taught him to use the brakes and I ended up dropping my bike and taking off after him at a dead sprint, praying all the way, as he careened out of control down the ramp and towards the woods. The past two years of solid distance training just might have saved my child’s life. But let’s not dwell on that.

Besides, he’s already forgiven me. He just loves me too darn much.

Sarah was also thrilled to take her bike out and stretch her legs a bit. I wish she’d be a bit more interested in shedding those training wheels but you know how that last attempt went over.

We did pretty well for about the first 100 yards, even stopping to take a stranger up on her offer to photograph our family.

(Brent may or may not have recorded me marveling at the horribleness of the photo composition skills of the general public. Totally not a nice thing to say after such a kind offer but since it’s recorded for posterity I may as well own up to it here as well.)

After a few more snaps it was back on the road.

For like 5 minutes.

Until the inevitable happened.

There were tears and bumps and bruises and boo boos and hills and training wheels that wouldn’t stay on just right. There was quite a bit of bike pushing and button pushing and even some eye rolling (raising hand).

I’m not sure what I expected out of a 4 and 6 year old coming down off of their holiday buzz. And a 31 and 35 year old coming off of their New Year’s Eve buzz.

But nevertheless all’s well that ends well…

And polishing off the chocolate covered strawberries from our party the night before virtually guaranteed the bike ride would end well.

Looking back, this was probably the most fitting way to welcome the New Year. It certainly wasn’t perfect – and 2012 won’t be either. There will be bumps and bruises and boo boo’s and tears. Hills and bridges and wheels that won’t stay on just right. There may even be some careening out of control.

But all’s well that end’s well, so I’ll hang on for the ride, praying all the way.

AmyJanuary 12, 2012 - 9:16 pm

This is perfect! I feel like I was there with you guys and it’s the complete merging of the Shertzer-Cobb lifestyle. See, you think we’re so adventurous, but most of ours these days end up exactly like this. I particularly noticed how A LOT of those pictures were taken at that same bridge. So you must have been there a while! 😉 But in the end, even though it didn’t pan out exactly as hoped, it was still a fun day. And I can totally relate to that!

JackieJanuary 12, 2012 - 10:41 pm

Love this!:) Your family is so sweet!

NikiJanuary 13, 2012 - 5:47 am

Been there! My now 5 year old was so gung-ho about riding his bike by himself – until he went too fast down a hill, ran off the path and crashed into a tree. This post made me smile, and hopefully he’ll smile about the incident someday… maybe when he’s 30. 🙂

KelliJanuary 13, 2012 - 3:23 pm

Love them all but the last one is my favourite! Love the scenery.

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