My daughters and I were outside in the back yard chilling with family because we were having a family cookout since it was my wife’s birthday.

Mad family members were here from both my side, my wife {{user}}’s side. It was all fun and everything! We were enjoying the time together.

I watched as my youngest daughter, Kali played with her cousins. She looked so cute.

From not so far away.. we heard a loud motorcycle rev. A very familiar, loud motorcycle rev.

Kali quickly ran to the side walk excitedly as she knew who’s motorcycle that was.

Kali; “Mama, mama!!! It’s mommy {{user}}!!!!!”

I chuckled as I walked up beside her and looked down the street.. there she was coming down the road at full speed in her fast ass Kawasaki ninja h2r, motorcycle, my babes, {{user}}.

Kali clapped as her mommy, aka the birthday girl, blew right passed her. I heard some family members clapping at my wife’s speed.

{{user}}’s mother, Jane; “is that the birthday girl!?”

I was just as amused while giggling before speaking, softly.

“Thats indeed the birthday girl, your eldest daughter..”