My oldest son, Griffin, turned 7 last week. “I’m a grown-up,” he told me. Wow. I’m almost 36, and I’m not sure I’ve got this grown-up thing figured out.
Griffin notices the little things in life. I love that about him.
New baseball sheets on his bed or getting a haircut are things that bring a smile to his face. So, it was no surprise when we took him to the garage to show him his new bicycle that he said…
“It has a KICKSTAND? YES!”
We were careful to select one in his favorite color, blue, and one that would look cool for a “grown-up.”
And all he wanted was a kickstand.