The Purple Bike

The purple bike sat every day at the bottom of the stairs tied to the banister, as if it was waiting patiently for someone to take it for a ride. It had a large black seat, black handle bars, and a little baby carrier on the back. Every day the young mom would come down the stairs with baby on hip and securely strap the little one into the carrier, throw her leg over the seat, and push the pedal that would begin their journey for the day.  The first stop was always the donut shop at the front of the neighborhood. Her companion was only two, but it seemed as though she wouldn’t have it any other way. The order was always one glazed donut, one chocolate filled, one bag of donuts holes, one chocolate milk, and one dr. pepper.  The conversation was as if they were the only two people on the face of the earth and most of the time it consisted of where their next stop would be. The options where simple; the park, feeding the ducks, or taking the long way home for a bike ride on the purple bike.  Whatever they chose to too do it would only take an hour because she knew that the adventure always ended with him hunched against her back asleep. The purple bike was her only means of transportation during the day, at times she complained about not having a vehicle, but it would only take a moment to realize the many adventures she would miss without the purple bike. She took that purple bike and kept it through the adventures of life, 20 years later it sits with the same carrier, tied to a different banister, waiting to be ridden, with the daughter of the former two year old companion. It seems crazy to cart a big old bike through the movement of life, but every once in a while, these items that represent the valuable moments of life can become the monument of things that matter. Life will take its turns through joy and sadness, but if you look hard enough you just might find an object that carries you through every turn of every day.

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Your Friend, Cheri