The place we’re staying has a pool. It’s heated, and it’s nice. I was the first to jump in, and I think I was the last out, too. Might have been Oliver, hot on my heels. Roby was jumping in and letting me swirl her around. She wasn’t so sure at first, but by the end it was hard to get her to stop. 

That’s how I was as a kid, I couldn’t possibly have swum enough. At the lake(s), at the pool, in the ocean. I loved being in the water and I love it still. Getting to see the other side of that is a good thing. 

Watching Roby warm up to the pool and find the willingness to jump into the water because she knows she’d be caught was the best part of my day. Hell, it was nearly the best part of my week, and I got married this week. But it was only nearly. 

I’m already looking forward to more swimming in the morning. That’ll be the best.