This is a photo of Matthew fishing on the dock.
At four years old.
Without a life jacket.
Obviously, I was close. Near enough to take a photo. But I didn't see him the one time he cast a little too fervently; I heard the splash. "Matty's in the water!" I yelled. Cory dashed down and pulled a panicking child out of the seaweed. We don't know if it's over his head there, but his feet were out from under him, so it wouldn't have really mattered if we didn't notice him go in.
I'm actually having a hard time writing about this. Not because of his fear, or the incident itself. But because I CAN'T STAND thinking about the what if's. It was a reminder to me to not be passive. Because the dangers are always there. And while I refuse to give into any kind of fear and trust that we are in good hands, I was nudged to remember that life is a gift. Which, even at that expense, is valuable. So are life vests!