Thursday, May 3, 2012


There is little that reminds me of childhood as much as riding a bike, flying down a hill just like Court and I always did at Jones' Meat Market. Jose has been begging me to make the ride downtown along the Platte River for the last couple years. The timing just never seemed quite right--8 months pregnant on a bike is not too smart. So, when Jose's parents were here on one of his off-Fridays, we decided to go for it. It was so fun and it was a perfect, blue-sky day.

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