He rode straight past the closed garage door without a single wobble.

A loud laugh burst out of Noah.

He squeezed the hand brake and brought the bike to a smooth stop by the brick mailbox.

“You did that all by yourself,” Michael said.

Noah turned his head and gave a big, bright smile.

He pushed off the ground with his sneakers and started turning the bike around for another run at the house.

Derek walked over to the porch steps and leaned his shoulder on the wooden post.