And this one, from 1991:
At Silver Bay, Abbie swam to the raft for the first time in her young life. When she tired, she’d float on her back for a moment. I swam alongside in the event she sank, but she made the ladder in fine style. And when she climbed up and onto the raft, and turned around to see the beach half a world away, the look in her face was wonderful. She sat down, hugging her knees, shivering with excitement, her eyes huge, her smile ethereal. I asked if she wanted to swim back in, and she said, “Not just yet,” and stayed a while longer to savor her triumph. I thought I would burst with pride.