That old bike

Our sweet friends bought around an old bike the other day to hand down to our boys and Owen LOVES the old thing, whenever he sees it he signs "more, bike, yes". Col and I are just about crippled by pushing both boys, Cy and Owen round on it.



I love that they love that old bike.

They don't care that it's rusty or that the paint is faded and peeling or that it has lost its bell, they see that bike for what-it-is, not what it isn't. (~something in that for me)
And that old bike is capital F - Fun.