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Easter is so early this year, and I can’t wait ‘til Easter morning. I’ve got their baskets all planned and just waiting on a couple of items to make it in. I’m ahead of the game for once!

Now to last year’s Easter Baskets. We aren’t always so extra with our Easter baskets, but our girls needed bicycles. Halston got one when she turned 4, which she has obviously outgrown. And McCall has never had her very own bike. So I thought Easter would be the perfect time to give them bicycles with summer right around the corner. And what bicycle is complete without a basket? Making it just perfect for the occasion.

I had the idea of getting them bicycles rolling around in my head for a year, but I still waited until the last second to order these from Amazon. I really do work better under last minute deadlines. I think they teach us that in design school.

What they don’t teach you in design school is how to ride a bike. And that’s something we’ve still got to do with our girls! I loved riding a bicycle when I was a little girl. I remember my parents laughing when I asked to put bandaids and neosporin in my bike pouch. I had had a few injuries out their on their cul-de-sac, and I guess I wanted to be prepared.

What it didn’t prepare me for was riding a bicycle thru the streets of Paris decades later. Yes, my first attempt at riding a bicycle again was through the busy streets of Paris. I went on a girl’s trip to celebrate a friend’s 30th Birthday, and I didn’t realize what I had gotten myself into. We met up at the site to begin our tour, and it was at that moment that I learned that the phrase “like riding a bike” was a ridiculous phrase. I had been lied to.

Did “like riding a bike” actually mean you will never remember how to do something if you’ve gone 2 decades between doing that thing? Because that’s what happened to me. I couldn’t figure out how to balance on the thing. And here we had to “dominate” the streets. of. Paris. I had no choice; ride or get run over. I definitely didn’t dominate, but I lived to tell.

We booked one more bicycle tour on that trip, through the gardens of Versailles. It was much more relaxing, and I was more comfortable on a bicycle at that point. But, here we are a decade later, and I haven’t ridden a bicycle since.

These are the kind of memories I want my children to make. Not the terrifying Paris experience, the childhood memories. Riding around the neighborhood. The freedom the bicycle gives. Those magical moments.

So my husband was tasked with assembling these dreams. He really did all the work here. I just added the items to the baskets once the bicycles were together: the gardening tools, plant kits, and books.

I had been planning on buying fresh flowers to complete their baskets, but my birthday (the Big 4-0!) was the day before Easter, and I received beautiful flowers from both a friend and my husband. So, I just added a few of those blooms to the girls baskets. Those flowers are what really made their Easter baskets so beautiful and worth sharing. I might just add flowers to all of our future Easter baskets.

I couldn’t wait to get the girls outside on their bikes. Maybe Michael and I should get bicycles too. Maybe I’d remember how to ride this time?