The 3 B’s

It is a beautiful Texas day. The clouds of unlikely rain chances crowd the sun from the sky enough to make a good outside day the girls. My oldest decided she wanted to ride her bike. It had been awhile. And I had made the promise to myself that we would ride at least 2 times a week when Santa placed not only her new bike, but mine in tact with child seat attached. I had no excuses so we had to ride.

I wrangle both girls into their bike helmets. Do a quick check for bee’s and continue moving my bike on out of the backyard inorder to saddle up. My eldest walking her bike behind me. I stop where the rocks are reasonable to start to ride and lift my 22 month old to place her in the seat. Four wasps come at my face. I hastily grab my daughter up. Set her down away from the bike toward her older sister, run the other way, and instruct my 5 year old to take her sister back into the yard.

No stings! As I referred in my mind of course to myself in such endearing names I sought out the wasp nest, the wasp spray, and sent the aggressive little things on their way. Stomping the nest afterwards just to make myself feel better. 

As we restarted our biking quest that evening I could not thank God enough for how well that situation went. I can not imagine what would have happened if we were riding along, baby all strapped in, and a swarm of hornets stinging as I tried to remove my baby from the overly complicated seat.

So today I thank God for the blessing of the three B’s. Bikes, Bee’s, and Babies!


About Kelly Harris

Mother of two, care-taker of many, with a passion for faith, family, and friends. Blessed beyond measure to journey together in this thing called life along side my High School sweetheart, Dustin.
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