A few hours after our very scary near miss, when our hearts had settled down and after we had offered a prayer of gratitude for our little miracle, Isaac decided to go back outside and jump back on his bike. Fearless, that child! Only, he was most chagrined to find that his bike had sustained a lot of damage and was rendered unrideable. Tears followed, lots of little Isaac tears.
"Honey," I said, "it's more than okay. Your bike doesn't matter -- we can get you a new one. We're just glad you're okay."
This morning Elliot and Steve opened the garage door to walk down to church (happy November warmish weather!!) and found this sitting outside:
A new bike for Isaac, from the mailman.
My turn to cry.