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It took two nights, one skinned knee, and some serious pep talkin’… but it happened. It happened.

Kenley learned to ride a bike.

In her Minnetonka boots, no less.

It was a bit of literal back-breakin’ work for Daddy, but I’m sure, she too, will carry the memory of learning to ride a bike with her Dad in her little heart forever. It seems to be one of those memories that we just… remember.

I love this picture.

She is riding away now. As promised, her Daddy is going to buy her a new bike, not hand-me-down and it will be all her own. Kenley is very proud of herself, as are we. She fell, and would get back on the bicycle and pedal once again. Family bike rides are on the horizon.

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