A couple weeks ago Lu and I paid a visit to the eye doctor. I watched that girl interact with the amazing dr. assistant who was initializing the visit and got a little emotional about what a long way she has come from our last bout with eye doctors back here. She was a mess back then (which made me a mess too), and here she was, a perfectly mannered little sweetheart giggling and willing to do anything the doctor asked. Sometimes I get so overcome with what a blessing this girl is in our lives. I started worrying a little bit when she couldn’t see some pretty obvious numbers and pictures she was supposed to. I knew her eyes were getting worse, but not to a –3.25-in-both-eyes-with-stigmatisms kind of worse. I know lots of kids have bad eyesight, but this significant drop only signifies what is to come in the future for kids with her syndrome. The doctor really recommended transition lenses, and warned us it may be a little adjustment for her to get used to the stronger prescription. The poor lady at the eyeglass store didn’t know what she was in for when I told her we needed transition lenses. Although I’m sure they are awesome and a ton of people wear them, the only people I know who have them are those with special needs. For some reason this little picture just clicked in my brain and made me get teary. I called Dave when I left, still trying to hold the pools welled up in my eyes. Oh I love him. He talked me through it. He’s usually the worrier but I needed him….and he helped me through that glitch in my put-on-a-happy-face routine. The next hurdle was to get her to wear those things. At first there was no way she was gonna do it. She wasn’t touching those things with a ten-foot pole. She wasn’t even intrigued by the fact that they turned into sunglasses. That is, until she realized one of Claire’s best friends has practically the same glasses. That was the clincher. There’s nothing like a little peer help to do hard things that are good for you.