Today was three days long. If you don't believe me check your clock. It's still today. Crazy-right? Tonight crap TV wins out over writing. And look at it as a sign for YOU to take it easy on you too. Instead some pictures...
We are making progress. He no longer screams his bloody murder face off every time he goes under water. He doesn't love it or do it on his own but HE'S DOING IT!!!
And my oh so sweet Doodle. My love nugget. He makes me laugh out loud every single day. I call him my sinker because he doesn't swim. He literally just jumps or walks into the water (like fully immersed) and then waits for someone to pull him back up. No kicking or thrashing or waving of his arms or anything. He's jumped into the water a few times without anyone waiting for him and scared the bejezuz out of us a few times. At this past lesson he FINALLY started to kick (just a little but we will TAKE IT).
And this never gets old. There have been so many weeks that Frank is the only non-therapist I see. After moving to a brand new city it's hard to rebuild a life. I can't tell you how many times I have prayed to God to fill my life with community and friends. I get lonely but Frank's friendship reminds me that God listens and even sent a friend to me. I am slowly creating a life that makes me happy.
Cha cha cha
Makes my heart happy.
I love endless Summer days. Even though it's still Wednesday.