I created this blog days ago (uh, maybe even weeks), and I have yet to create a post. Since its creation there have been many interesting occurrences, and with each one I have declared to my husband that I was going to post my observations about it on our blog.
It has been a little like the feeling I had at my sister's St. Patrick's Day party. I remember I got in free at the Oregon City swimming pool because I had the color green on my swimming suit. At the age of 10, swimming was my favorite activity, and I felt so lucky that mom made my big sister invite me to the pool party.
My sister and her friends were a year ahead of me in swim class - they were skilled sharks and I was a less-experienced dolphin. Sharks were allowed to jump off the high dive, but dolphins were confined to the low dive until they graduated to shark status.
I was standing in line to jump off the low dive for the second time when one of the girls invited me to jump off the high dive. I remember climbing up the ladder in anticipation and feeling the fluttering of butterflies in my tummy as I walked to the end of the diving board. I am not sure how long I stood there looking down. The glittering water was sooooooo much farther away than I expected.
As I approached the end of the diving board, the butterflies fluttering in my tummy had evolved into raging bats. I realized that I could not turn around and go back down the steps without serious consequences of social demise. I swallowed the lump that had grown in my throat, took a deep breath and jumped…
Jasmine wouldn't stop giggling and making funny faces.
