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Last night I got a new toy.  The first toy I’ve had in a very long time.  My new toy is a lovely pink bike.  The last time I remember riding a bike, I was a few years short of college.  I’m more than a few years past college at present, so it’s been a while. I suppose I could find some very adult purpose for my bike, like exercise.  But I’d rather call it playing.

As soon as we could, Mr. Darcy and I tried out our new toys.  For the first time in their lives, the kids stood and watched US ride bikes.  Usually it’s the other way around.

They see us do things every day: clean dishes, vacuum, cook, train and discipline.  And more enjoyable things like reading together, playing games, and wrestling with Daddy. But I’m not sure I’ve ever seen smiles quite as large as when they watched their mommy and daddy race down the street, laughing and hollering.

It was good to play.  It was almost even better to watch them watch us play.  And it was the best playing with my husband coasting down the street on the edge of a summer night.

*photos courtesy of mookie, age 8