Olympic swimming fever has hit our home.
Scooter, and I (and Flynn when he can) have been glued to our NBC channel
watching Michael Phelps, Ryan Lochte and Missy Franklin
swim for the Gold… and winning it.
Scooter and I have made a plan that in 12-14 years,
he will be the newest swimming sensation at the
Olympics.
I will be the doting mother, crying happy tears of joy in the stands while my
handsome, red-headed son stands on the highest podium,
with The Star Spangled Banner playing majestically while the American flag is raised to
the highest point of prominence.
And, of course, a beautiful gold medal will be hanging around his neck.
Of course, we’ll repeat that same scene at least 25 times.
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Many of the great athletes had humble beginnings,
and Scooter is no different.
He began his quest this summer, swimming in local lakes
wearing a too-small wet suit, camouflage life vest and neon blue goggles.
His form is FABULOUS!
His skill is SUPERB!
His abilities are AMAZING!
And his ability to have fun…. INFECTIOUS!
(Some of these pictures display the all-boy sport of minnow and crawdad fishing with his favorite cousin!
Not necessarily Olympic sports. BUT… if, by chance, it is added, these two will walk away with Gold!)
2 comments:
I love the feeling of patriotism that the olympics bring. I too was going to be in the olympics when I was a kid... I just didn't know it was going to be on my couch.
Swimming is always good. Especially on a warm summer day.
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