pure joy

Not a single day goes by that he doesn’t ask to, “a ride my red bike.” Barely an hour goes by before he asks, actually. And so, once a day – Preacher Man or I take the sweetest little Bug who is growing up entirely too fast to ride his red bike. Even though he’s still working on learning how to propel himself forward with the pedals, his face lights up in absolute joy at this little red bike.

It’s pretty much the sweetest little joyful face I’ve ever seen in my whole life.


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