I love when you stumble on something that mentions you personally... this post by a friend was just what I needed the other day.
A post dedicated to me! Full of beautiful images of trikes full of history, whispers of journeys taken by generations past. I love all that the tricycle symbolizes! Your first sense of freedom and discovery, a solid balanced way for mom's to let go and allow her children to explore, to find their identity... These old forgotten ones have a whole new life of stories to tell, and a certain sadness that is sort of happy and lonely at the same time. Kind of a mom feeling too, when she watches her child achieve a goal, no longer needing mom to do it for him... What a magical place! Thanks for sharing it with me.