I told you it pours.

Right now, it's raining once again. And I'm loving it. And I'm thankful.

I'm thankful that my husband put a screen in the place of the glass in the front door, so I can hear that beautiful sound.

I'm thankful that my husband came home from Memphis today, and just bit the bullet and bought me a new battery. And installed it. And now I don't have to worry about my car not starting while he and the rest of my family is 45 minutes away in Memphis tomorrow.

I'm thankful that, barring more rain, I have the resources to get a new windsheild put in my car tomorrow. And that I had the good sense to call and get a couple of estimates, so that I could make the best use of those resources.

I'm thankful that, even in the midst of turmoil, God can send a rain so peaceful that it washes all your cares away.

I'm thankful. And I pray that God helps me to remain that way.

Checking in after the check up

Anna Marie had a checkup at the eye specialist yesterday. When we made the appointment, we completely forgot about school starting. We had to check her out early, which I hated (especially since she had just gotten to the library when we came, and was going to miss her first Spanish class) but, what can you do?

Nothing. But anyway.

I had a conference call scheduled, so I couldn't go. She and Jason went, and they were seen early! Like 20 minutes early when they got there. When does that happen? Never, I tell ya. Never.

He called me a few minutes after the appointment was scheduled to start. She didn't have her eyes dilated (which made her very, very happy.) It was just a simple vision check.

The results were nothing short of miraculous.

Especially since we had no idea how bad her left eye really was before the treatment.

Before, the vision in her left eye was 20/200. She basically wasn't using that eye to see at all. It just wasn't working.

Now, eight weeks into the stronger lens/two-hour-daily patching, she's up to 20/40.

Did you just see that? I'll let it sink in for a moment.

From 20/200 to 20/40. In eight weeks time.

I am in awe. We've been praying diligently for her since we got the news that something was wrong. And we've been following the doctor's instructions to the letter. (Knowing what a slacker I am, I'm actually kinda proud that she's not missed a day of wearing her patch.)

I praise God that He helped us find this problem before she started school. I shudder to think what might have happened if this had gone untreated much longer - if a kid can't see, they can't learn. At least not very well. And they generally don't behave well in classroom settings, either.

She has to go back in six months for another check up. I'm really, really praying that the patching won't be needed after that. She's been great about wearing it, and we try to put it on when she won't be in public much (to minimize any potential for embarassment). But all the same, if I wasn't having to put it on her (and shell out the $$$ for the darn things) it wouldn't hurt my feelings a bit.

I suppose I need to take a picture of her with one on, to make a scrapbook page. It could be pirate themed!

Argh, mateys!