My son in law, in French they say Beau Fils which literally translates as:
Beautiful Son,
often bundles Gabriel up for a bicycle ride.
As we live at the base of an
the extraordinary mountain which is known as Saint Baume
where there are miles of unending trials
through wild nature, lavender, rosemany, big skies, ruins, and grapevines
Gabriel benefits a feast for his senses.
My Beautiful Son Martin packs a picnic, extra supplies and heads out for hours
they take breaks, naps, explore and come home.
As soon as Gabriel wakes up in the morning
he lets everyone know he wants to go for a bike ride.
He grabs our hand and takes us to the glass door and points
to the bicycle, then runs for his helmet.
He loves riding, the longer the ride, and I mean hours long,
th better
he is the happiest camper.
I would love to give Gabriel a ride on the bicycle
but the bike is too high for me
even with the seat lowered nearly to the ground
my feet barely reach the pedals
that is one of the setbacks living with giants.
And guess what?
Gabriel is nearly as tall as I am.
He will be able to pedal me
around by the time he is two.
Look at the delicious little biscuit!
He is our grounding source
our roots go deep
and the horizon seems brighter.
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