I took my niece on her first bike ride today.
Handlebar streamers blowing in the wind,
Balance unsteady as she weaved her way down the street.
"Stay out of the middle of the road," I keep hearing myself repeating.
Her long legs pumping with the effort, she weaves back towards safety.
The breeze picks up and soon we are biking through cottonwood snow.
It floats by lazily, the fluffy little bunches dancing in the breeze.
She has faced her fear of biking today.
I think of you and tell her that Uncle Jon would be so proud.
She thinks you can see us biking.
I hope she's right.
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