The year of lasts continues.
In Anastasia's last swim event that I will attend, she was in the closest lane, which was a real treat since she is normally in the farthest.
I won't miss the crowded and muggy pool. Or paying $5 a person to watch her swim. Or her coach's shrill whistle. But there is something bittersweet about attending my last swim meet.
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