I vividly remember Jane swimming for the first time, seeing her eyes as she came to me unsupported. At the Ridgeland Pool in those days they let anyone who can swim at all go off the diving boards. Jane was always fearless in the face of danger, so she immediately climbed up to the high dive and jumped off. She did it again and again. I watched her from the water as the clouds turned color in the setting sun. Then we came home and both made drawings of her flying down to me.

These drawings hang above my computer: they're constant companions.