April 8

The thermometer by our front door said 68 degrees this afternoon when Isaac and Brady asked if they could get in the pool. I shrugged and said sure, and off they went like little (well, in Isaac's case not-so-little) lightning bolts to slip into their swim trunks. A few minutes later I was out on the deck (feeling none-too-warm in leggings and a long sleeve shirt) spraying them down with sunscreen. And then a little later, this happened:

They held hands, counted to three, and took a running leap into the 72-degree water. (Because although not "warm" per se, at least the heater has been on for a week so the water isn't freezing.)

The sight made me shiver and Adam incredulously banged on the office window and mouthed something along the lines of "what are they doing?!" as they enjoyed splashing each other and re-sharpening their swimming skills for the next hour or so. But for the first of seeing them having fun and for the blessing of being able to provide a pool for them to enjoy, I am grateful.