I love my Zoe days.
We went to the pool, for hydrotherapy.
Mum sat back, at one stage, and watched Zoe and I working together...
and she saw just how close we have gotten.
We trust each other, absolutely.
We love each other, absolutely.
Zoe makes sure I have all the equipment I can, to make sure I can be the best I can.
She pushes me and helps me be the strongest I can.
And, because I love her, I work as hard as I can, to do everything she asks of me.
I won't see Zoe for a little while... I'll be going to Adelaide for my intensive occupational therapy soon.
We made sure we had lots of nice cuddles, yesterday.
But... there was one time I got a bit grumpy...
I was loving being in the pool... I was splashing and kicking.
And Zoe got me out of the pool!
What!?
I frowned at her, and showed her a grumpy face.
She laughed at me.
(But she got me back into the pool!)
In the afternoon, I took some really good steps in my walker, too.
I'm remembering what I need to do, and I'm getting stronger.
And later, I got stuck against the chair.
Aunty Carol said I need to say 'Help', so I did!
I said 'Help'.
I probably won't say it again for months, but every now and again,
I say one of the words they are trying to teach me.
#nevergiveup
Sloppy kisses xxx
Meet Zoe, my physiotherapist
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