Wednesday, July 10, 2013

A Year of Finals

My youngest son is a rising senior in high school. That means, in August he'll be a senior. So I'm sure my year will be filled with final times. A final first day of school. A final homecoming dance. A final spring break.
But the finals already began today.
I went to Tucker's final outdoor swim meet, league championships, today. He didn't want to swim in the summer league this year, so I'm sure I won't be able to convince him to swim next year.
These championship swim days are always unbearably hot and start very early. They had to be at the pool by 7:15. Luckily, the coach volunteered to take Tucker and his best friend Josh. I didn't have to be there until 9 and I went with a mocha for me and a frappucino for Tucker, trying to jolly him into a good mood.
Tucker and his team were lined up already to swim. They did well, especially considering that Tucker only went to one practice this summer.

That's Tucker in the center and his bestie Josh on the right. 
I took this picture at the end of the lane, but it looks very bizarre because his foot is so far out of the water.
They decided to stick their goggles to their faces like when they were little kids. 
Here they are on the blocks getting ready to swim the 50 freestyle. (Tucker won but it was close.)
Goodbye summer swim team.
Goodbye sitting in the sun and sweating.
Goodbye volunteering to time at swim meets.
This is just the first of many finals in the year to come.


Just Me said...

He's really grown up.

Maybe Tucker's "first times" will begin so quickly after his "last times" that you won't even have time to .....

Cheers to all "your" last times.

Sally Tharpe Rowles said...

Enjoy all those final moments & look forward to all those future firsts !!!

Debbie said...

My boys were on the swim team. I remember all those summers of hot, Hot, HOT days. Long days. But such fun. Yes, you will miss them, but then you'll have such good memories.

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