This past spring, Wyatt was riding his bicycle every single day after school and had mostly mastered riding with no training wheels.
And then came that dreadful Sunday that he was walking his bike down the driveway and fell and the handlebar went into his face causing a trip to the hospital and 7 stitches on his baby smooth cheek.
Since that day, he hasn't been back on his bike.
Fast forward to this weekend, we went camping at Garner State Park and took all of the bikes.
Wyatt showed a lot of courage and hopped back on his bike with more determination and confidence than most people ever have and he rode down the street.
Just like that.
He was riding.
And wasn't afraid anymore.
And the kids were all so proud of him.
And he was proud that he got to ride the campsite loop with this brothers and sisters like a big boy.
And this mom was filled with awe.
And a ton of pride.