Cora is quickly approaching a sort of milestone that is a bit strange for me, and more so, I suppose, for my parents. I was 3 years, 2 months old when I had the accident that took the sight from my right eye.
Cora is 3 years, 1 month, and on Monday, I took her with me to get my prosthesis cleaned by Beverly, the ocularist I've been seeing since my accident.
It is a little weird, staring into her beautiful, big brown eyes, thinking of what my parents went through. But, God is good and He protected me in so many ways; now, most people I meet say they would have no idea I wear a prosthesis.
Beverly's daughter and 18-month-old granddaughter stopped in for a visit, too.
After my appointment, Cora and I walked down Larchmont (quite a trendy part of L.A., next to million-dollar homes in Hancock Park) and got lunch and Pinkberry frozen yogurt. It was a fun afternoon.
Cora's nap schedule was thrown off Monday, and she's got another cold, so she's been a little cranky and off the past few days.
That didn't stop us from enjoying MOPS Tuesday or library storytime and lunch at the park on Wednesday with Genia and the kiddos.
1 comment:
Lisa I am almost in tears as I read this post! You have a wonderful way with words here!
Post a Comment