It’s 10:30am, Sunday morning, and I’m not at church. 😳
I’m at the Chatham County Aquatic Center in Savannah, Georgia, for the 2019 Southeast Divisional Championship swim meet.
Have you ever been to a swim meet? It’s close to eternal. Not Heaven, either. Think of the other place….👿 It’s enclosed, with inadequate (in my opinion) ventilation and a pathetic snack bar…hot, humid, smells like chlorine, lousy seating, and lasts ALL. DAY. LONG. Yesterday, it started at 9am, and we left at 8pm. All things considered, I think I’d rather be at church. Except…
My 15-year-old grandson (and friend) is swimming. Competing.
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. ❤️
He’s not going to win any medals. Seriously. He’s competing against more experienced swimmers, and, basically, swimming against the clock, competing against his previous best times. In the 200 meter breaststroke, he beat his previous best time by FOURTEEN SECONDS! 🤗🤗 I couldn’t be prouder.
As I watch his parents (my son & daughter-in-law) support, encourage, cheer, and “coach” him on how to improve and get better, I can’t help but think of my dad, aka my pitching/hitting/fielding/base running coach…and it turns me into an emotional pile of goo. 😭
If Dad is watching today, I’m pretty sure he’s proud of all of them. I am.
I’ll go to church next Sunday.
And, I love you all. ❤️🙏
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