Beth and Lane talked for hours that day. Consistently they came back to the circus idea. Over the next few months, my rides with Beth dwindled as her and Lane spent more and more time together. As I pulled into my driveway, I had a feeling that I should check my mailbox (seeing as I hadn't heard from Beth in a while). In my mailbox was one letter, no return address just my name and address on the front. I opened the envelope and out fell some pictures. The letter was from Beth. It said, "Don't worry about us...we found our calling and our hearts...one tricycle at a time!" The first picture was of Beth in a white sun dress perched on Lane's tuxedoed shoulders both on top of his trusty tricycle. On the back, in Beth's handwritting, "Our wedding" was written. I had to smile. The second picture was of them performing in Utah under a circus tent. I smiled again, shook my head, wiped a tear and went back to my car to get my bags from work. I went inside my house and changed my clothes and got on the bike that Beth had left behind. Maybe just Maybe I would find my happiness, like beth found hers!