And today I conquered my first fierce move!
It has probably been more than 20 years (three children have come into my life) ...but today I attempted to water ski.
It took me 4 tries.
Then I stated that I would try one last time.
And up I went.
My spotter, Ed, witnessed a smile on my face as I made a nice lap around our side of the lake.
Determined to pass the dock where my cheering session sat.
And then not only did I ski...but I waved!
And I squealed PLENTY.
Here I am whooping it up as I try to make a graceful entry back into the lake...
You'll have to imagine my graceful re-entry.
So far so good...
I am still walking,
lifting Sydney up,
We'll see how I feel tomorrow.
My 36th year of life...will be fierce.