Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Our newest motorcycle rider
Emily was like a pro, getting up on that cycle after she would get her gear on ready to ride with her grampa. She loved it. Her legs are so short, she proped the up on the saddle bags. She told her granny though that at one point she didn't hold on and granny told her that that was NOT what a gramma wanted to hear.
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