A year and one or two months ago, Victor was afraid of entering water deeper than up to his knees; he wouldn't submerge his face under water in the bathtub. Today he can swim several laps in a row, can swim freestyle, backstroke and breaststroke, has dived off the diving board, jumped off the high dive and is working his way to touching the bottom of the deep-end of the pool.
This summer, he wants to begin taking junior lifeguarding courses, and, of course, I couldn't be happier. In fact, think of me as the proud old farmer with his hands on his suspenders, beaming a grin, and rocking back and forth on his feet. Yes, that annoyingly proud of my little squirt.
Happy Friday. (: