The kids spent most of the day playing outside yesterday even though it was kind of chilly. At one point Chickie called to me that something horrible had happened. All the tassels had been pulled off of her bike and were lying on the ground. Everyone of them. It was a most sad and pathetic sight indeed. She bawled inconsolably for a while. I hugged her. I didn't blame her one bit for how she was feeling. It was a great loss for her. I said, "tomorrow first thing I'll go to Hobby Lobby and get some pretty ribbons. We can hot glue them on." She broke out of her sobs for long enough to paint me a little picture (figuratively speaking) of how those tassels whip through the wind when she's riding her bike. She loves the crinkly sound they make and how they let her know that she's going faster and faster. They are basically the cherry on top of riding a bike. Better than the basket. Better than the horn. Better than pink princesses. It's all about the tassels.
So when I saw those tassels back on the bike this morning I thought of my husband outside at 11:00 hot glueing those strands back on one by one. It made me cry. I love him. Only just now did I realize that he probably brought the bike inside. Still. THANK YOU, BABE! You're THE best! He's our knight in shining armor!
I'm so thankful for my husband.