Four Eyes

On the first Sunday in February we were at a special church meeting that was a broadcast from Salt Lake City to all of Northern California. Because of that, we were watching most of the service as it was projected onto a large screen at the front of the chapel. During the intermediate hymn, the words of the song were up on the screen and Adah told us she couldn't see them.  At first I thought she just meant that people in front of her were blocking her view. But, indeed, she meant that she couldn't see them properly; they were fuzzy.

For the rest of the day we tested Adah's vision against our own and against Maggie's, asking them to read signs as we drove home or the months on the calendar from across the room. It was clear (no pun intended) that Adah wasn't seeing as well as she ought, and the next morning I called to make her an appointment with the eye doctor.

We've always told our children that glasses were an inevitable part of their futures. We figure that since Damon and I both are extremely nearsighted, the kids will be lucky to escape a spectacled future.

At the eye doctor, we learned that Adah is just a bit nearsighted. It's not too bad and she doesn't have to wear her glasses all the time.  Adah is thrilled with her improved vision in the classroom, at church, and while watching TV. And we all think she looks pretty cute, too.

Her frames are purple and turquoise.