Colin's swimming from Jennifer Farris on Vimeo.

As many of you who know Colin's "story" are aware, he has always been a bit of a slow-starter in most things physical. Not walking until 2, tricky time drinking out of a cup still at 3, peddling a bike came late at 5, and so on.

He had taken swimming lessons with his best pal Luke a couple of years ago, and he hadn't exactly kicked butt & taken names, if you know what I'm sayin'. I let him quit, and just assumed that swimming would come. Problem is, Colin often has a mind-over-matter issue where there is no apparent physical issue. Swimming this summer was no different.

As of about 3 weeks ago, Colin was terrified to go into a pool without water wings. About 2 weeks ago, Colin mistakenly went into water that was over his head, about crapped his pants, and struggled to the side of the pool. And last week? Last week, Colin DECIDED to swim. I say decided because Colin very clearly didn't "learn" to swim, he just reached inside himself and was BRAVE ENOUGH to try. And that is my boy. That has been my boy's story all along, and that is why there are tears in my eyes right now.

And this is my boy today. On the big slide at our community pool. Not the little slide. Or the middle slide. The big slide.

Love you, baby.