New Bicycles, Pears and Beautiful Days

So, aside from it being an absolutely gorgeous day outside, today is the tenth anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing and by a stroke of fortune, the man I love with all my heart was spared. On his own blog he has written about it with far more eloquence and grace than I ever could. If you have an opportunity, give it a read, the link is further down the page (Wrinkled Mind). I wouldn't normally open like this, but as he points out, we are alive.

Tony bought me a bicycle on Saturday. It is an exquisite pearl blue with white wall tires and a two tone seat the size of Montana. I adore it. I feel like I'm ten years old all over again. The first time I took it out, Sunday, I rode all over Ypsilanti, having a delightful time. I found myself at the local coffee shop, and found Wendy and Patrick there. It was a childhood dream manifest in adulthood. Unfortunately, on the way home, I ate a cement sandwich. I, on my first day on my NEW bike, had an accident. There is a certain amount of irony that goes along with that. Anyway, I am now quite humbled, bloodied and bruised. I am not, however, beaten. I am merely reminded of my resiliency and delicacy. I will continue to get back on the bike and peddle forth, while remaining conscience that if one is not careful, in the matter of a split second, everything you knew is gone.

Life is beautiful, and far too short to get it all in. It's supposed to be upwards of 80 degrees Fahrenheit today, I will be riding my bike. I will tell Tony I love him, and I'll hold him tight. I will call my friends and let all of them know how much they are loved. I will eat a pear and let it's sweet, warm juice run over my tongue and tickle my taste buds. In short, I will live.