I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Monday, September 5, 2011

We went on a bike ride

To celebrate Labor Day, we went on a bike ride. (13 whole miles! Don't be too impressed though, since it took us almost two hours to complete this feat.) Please excuse the picture quality. They're phone pictures.






















Will loves bike rides.






















His sister? Not so much. She hates the helmet. Burning hatred. She wasn't a huge fan of her new bike seat and spent a good deal of time either kicking me or pulling up the back of my shirt. The bike trailer with Will beside her wasn't a great option either. Maybe it's something she'll grow to like.

Happy Labor Day!
Posted by Sara at 4:56 PM

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