I tried to keep my eyes open, I really did. While standing atop the huge slide, I thought to myself, keep your eyes open. Live this moment. Squeeze every bit of pure goodness and joy you can out of it.
Mr. Right went first. Ok, so I may have hesitated, I let three other very small squealing children go in front of me. Then I had the thought, there is NO WAY, I am climbing back down all those stairs. none. I am going to do this. I am brave and fierce! I am doing it for me and other girls who don’t feel so brave. Other hot chicks in really snazzy bathing suits that don’t feel so fierce. I deserve to feel this way. I climbed all the way up to the top. As I took each step up, I spied my saucy Peru-B-Ruby painted toenails. I am going down in a splash of pure giddy filled glory!
The very instant I climbed onto the slide platform, the very second my fanny touch the hard plastic, I WAS OFF! I had the sneaky suspicion that if I hesitated for even a split second, I may delay my very cool braveness. I kept my eyes open to the first corner, then some dang weird phenomenon over took me and I closed my eyes. I can feel the spray of the water, I can hear the whoosh of the water at the bottom. I can feel the cool water forcing me along. The bumps in the slide, the smooth feel of the plastic, it all enveloped me and I was in the middle of being BRAVE!
At the very last second, my eyes popped open and then I hit the water and under I went. I was disoriented for a moment then, swam to the top. Smiling! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!!! Okay, so I had to move quick like a bunny out-of-the-way, to let all the other brave little children come whooshing SPLASH into the water. I looked for Mr. Right. He was smiling, too!
He had that look on his face. You know the one. Wow, you ARE brave! You did it! Then, I caught him thinking, I have a sneaky suspicion that she is going to talk about this moment over and over and over and over.
We just returned from a glorious Spring Break. We have only been home a couple of days and I have already re-told the pool slide story maybe 7 or 8 times. Okay, so typing it here is 9. Oh, and last night, I told the story to two of our kids on the phone, 10 and 11. The word glorious is used to describe 90* and pure sunshine in the warm and friendly state of Florida.
This morning, when I was walking to the shed to get fresh straw and food for the chickens, I was thinking about how brave I was to go down that slide. Under my coat, gloves, fleece top, jeans, socks and Mr. Right’s black work boots, I was rocking a tangerine orange souvenir T-shirt from Margaritaville and a gorgeous tan!
Being a BRAVE girl feels amazing. I highly recommend it.