A Natural High

The ladies have had a good couple of weeks at swimming.  Phoebe is getting around without her floaty and Ellie is now jumping in without the assistance of Mr. Greg.   He is a great teacher and we were lucky to get into his program.  We had burned a lot of time in the YMCA programs and we really starting to spin our wheels.  It is weird to think about all the hours I logged in the cold YMCA water singing “this is the way we wash the clothes” with Phoebe and Ellie.  Hours and hours and now all just a giant blur.   Swimming is now a part of friday evenings and is a really nice way to round up a depressing week of work.  Last friday I left the office thinking how little I had accomplished and picked up the ladies and inspired them with stories of Jake and I got to see with my own eyes how far they had both come in the two weeks since I last saw them.   The pace of progress in children is just so fast.  In the five years or so it takes me to go from conceiving a proposal to getting it funded to doing the work, these guys go from their own conception to Kindergarten.   Amazing.