The children just keep growing. It's the weirdest thing. Blythe has gotten so tall that she has outgrown her bike which is too small and inadequate. She's been asking for a new one and was sorely disappointed when a bike was delivered via UPS which looked like it should be for her, but wasn't. A mission companion of mine, Rebecca Walker Watt, has a daughter that is at BYU and needed a bike. Rebecca bought her one and then had it delivered to our house. Kent put it together and I rode it over to campus for her. It was exactly the bike that Blythe wanted, however. It's teal with a basket and a kickstand, a cup holder, a rack to strap things to on the back, and tan rimmed tires. When Blythe saw it, she squealed with excitement that we got her a bike.
But we hadn't. She was very sad, then begged and begged and begged and begged Kent to get her one. He was willing, but it took a while to actually take her to buy one. Today, however, was the day. The day of the new bike! Kent went to Wal-Mart (a sure sign that he really does love Blythe because he really doesn't love Wal-Mart), they found a bike already assembled (bonus!), and slightly reduced because it was the floor model (additional bonus!). It couldn't be passed up, and before they had been home a minute and a half, Blythe was riding around the cul-de-sac, happy as a pig in garbage, as my dad would say. She's had perma-grin all afternoon and has hardly come in, except to dash in to say how fantastic the bike it, and then dash out again to ride around the cul-de-sac again. She loves it!
And there she goes, down the street to find someone to ride with her.
*Post editing update: Blythe has ridden her bike to school practically every day since she got it, until it got too cold to ride.
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