Music to my Ears

Yesterday afternoon, I just arrived home from a few days in San Diego, when my son says "Hey Dad, wanna ride bikes?" Keep in mind that I had just driven 6 hours and my butt is tired. Typically in the late afternoon, the kids ride their bikes out front under our supervision. I helped Matthew get his bike out as he put his helmet on and started to get the lawn chair. "No Dad, you need your bike", my son calls out, I goy out my bike (& helmet) and we rode up and down the street having a blast. "Let's go around the block now", he says. OK, off we go. We rode up to the trail under the power lines and back home for dinner just as Emma was coming out. We rode a few more minutes with Emma and finally had our pizza dinner. (Fridays are turning into "pizza night"). As we're putting the bikes away, Matthew turns to me and says "I like riding bikes with you, Dad". A more emotional me would have broken down on the spot. Instead I said " I like riding bikes with you too pal", and smiled in hearing such a beautiful thing from my son.