You can call me GOD

because on July 4th I walked on water.

Here is a little history:

Melana (4 years old) is pretty afraid of the water. It always takes her forever to warm up to the pool. She is very afrraid for weeks until she will finally get in.

Well she has warmed up and all is good with her and the floaties.
I am lounging around the pool on my comfy raft catching some rays, relaxing and enjoying the quiet. Mason is in the pool by the steps (he can swim)playing with the dive rings. Melana is outside of the pool digging in the dirt and rocks that surround our pool. Well earlier in the day we were teaching her how to do cannonballs with the floaties so she can get use to getting her face wet. She DOES NOT like water in her face. AT ALL!! so she is proud of herself we are proud of her because next year we will teach her how to swim. So anyway...oneil is on the back porch in the shade screwing with is blackberry. All of a sudden i hear Mason in a very calm voice say "Mom..melana just did a canonball without her floaties"...in my head i am thinking surely i just did not here that....so i sit up and see my baby under the water with her hair just floating around and no movement. I am across the pool on the opposite end and i could not scream for help...my foot got tangled up in the raft and out of no where i swear i walked on water i yanked her up and then i screamed...here comes superman..because oneil flew through the air with my scream. she looked disoriented but i knew if i could get her to cry she was ok....she didn't cry at first because she was in shock. she had not been under long but it felt like and eternity to me and i am sure to her as well. Oneil grabbed her from me because my arms were numb...my legs were numb...i was numb. i cried...and cried and cried and cried. i couldn't get out the pool but i knew i had to. i had to hold her..i had to assure her she was okay. i finally muster up enough energy to get out and i am walking on noodles which in turn i stumble and fall a bit. As i am holding her that picture is running though my mind of her hair just floating...a thought that will never leave me. I knew not to ask her what was she thinking because i already knew the answer. She didn't remember that she did not have her floaties on. She always leaves them on even when she is out of the pool...ALWAYS...except for this time. After much crying and squeezing her (on my part) she looks up at me from resting her head on my shoulders and says...mommy I "sawry" i forgot i didn't have my floaties on.... alli could say was i know baby...i know....mama knows. Melana is a daddy's girl...she never wants much to do with me when he is around and that is ok. Now there is this unspoken bond we have between us. It's different between us now that i just can't explain.

On a lighter note..you will be seeing this pic come to a layout near you soon.
She wore that itsy bitsy teeny weenie red polka dot bikini...


This bikin was mine when i was her age. I am surprised it is not dry rotted but it's not. She thinks she is sassy in her "barini".