Friends. That is one of the most dear words to my heart. This past weekend, I watched as my two granddaughters interacted. They are three and five. The five year old has always been very protective of the three year old. Teaching, nurturing, protecting.
But the cutest, most dear moment happened when they got in a wooden toddler bicycle. The two year old sat in front with her feet on the wheel bar. The five year old sat behind her holding her in place and moving from room to room. Both girls were barefooted.
As their Nana, I was imagining what it would be like in a few years when they both could ride their bicycles together. The older one would pedal with the younger one sitting on the handlebars.
Both parents and this Nana would hope for the best while the girl cousins had a blast outfitting in helmets and shoes.
It just doesn't get any cuter than this.
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