Now, I am not the most sentimental person.
Most baby/childhood milestones are exciting and fun, but don't really get me choked up.
But for some reason, watching my little boy riding a big boy bicycle, sans training wheels, really, REALLY got to me.
Maybe it's because it's such a rite of passage, being able to ride a bike. Maybe it's the independence, the growing away from childhood and the family unit that bike riding symbolizes. Maybe it's the many happy times I myself spent on my bike with my friends. Maybe it's just because that's such an iconic symbol of childhood - real childhood, not toddlers or preschoolers.
Whatever the reason, I was a total blubbering mess at the sight of Cole riding a big boy bike.
I can't believe my tiny little baby, the sweet energetic toddler, is growing up into such an amazing little boy.
I don't think I'm ready - but at the same time, I just can't wait to see what else he becomes!