Ever since Lizzy was four or five years old, all she wanted to do was swim. When she began swimming competitively at eight, we never imagined it would take us this far.
This morning began, as most swim meet days do, with a pre-dawn start to the day.
The day ended with a dusk drive home.
I honestly feel that swimming has saved Lizzy, kept her on track. Through each of our three moves, there has always been swimming. In each school and each new town there has been a group of kids with the same interest for Lizzy to immediately join and become a part of.
Swimmers are a special sort. They spend hours swimming from point A to point B and back again: miles and miles without getting anywhere. For the most part, these are kids with high GPAs and solid values. They get up at 6:00 am without complaint, swim for an hour and a half, go to school and then swim again in the afternoon.
Swim coaches are extended members of the family. They are the "third parent" who can say "do it until you puke" and the kid does it without question.
Swimming has taken us to Alabama and Virgina. I have met wonderful, caring parents and Lizzy has made lifelong friends.
This is a sport that will carry her through college and beyond. It's a sport that she can participate in no matter how old she is.
I will always be indebted to this sport and no matter how many mornings I see the the sun come up long after we've been on the road, I'll always want my car painted like this car: