A week ago, Friday (April 24th), my eyes were hurting. This was nothing new. I went to take a nap to rest my eyes and to catch up on some lost sleep from the week. When I woke up, my eyes were worse. The light was too much and they wouldn't stop watering. I called my eye doctors office, (they have a super easy number to remember, that I could dial by feel). They said I could come right in and they would just work me in. I didn't not want to deal with not being able to see all weekend long!!!! I asked Jeff to drive me in to their office, and I called a babysitter, (whose number I have in my phone). She came right over. It was such a strange drive into town, because I couldn't see. I kept my eyes covered by my hands the whole time. I remember that we stopped so many times. I mentioned to Jeff that I didn't realize how many stop-lights there were because we must have stopped at every single one. As Jeff took my elbow and guided me into the office, I heard words of sympathy from the lady at the desk. "You must be Melissa..." Oh Yeah!!! That would be me. She handed the paper work to Jeff to fill out, then as fast as they could, they took me back to relief in the darkened room, for which there was still discomfort. 
The eye Dr. man, put drops in my eye to numb them, then more drops to numb them some more. He looked thru his stuff to my eyes then put dye in my eyes and looked again. He began to ask questions about my contacts, how old were they, what solution did I use, did I take them out at night? I must have answered them all correctly because he was still baffled as he dilated my eyes and handed me a prescription and the cool plastic shades to keep on my eyes for awhile. We expressed our quick Thank Yous as we went to Walgreen's to fill the prescription.
I spent the whole next day without contacts, without glasses sitting in my dark living room listening to whatever movie was playing. I was so bummed because it was a beautiful day and I had made plans to accomplish so much outside. Burning weeds and ditches, cutting back trees, spraying the garden and such are still left for a better day where its not snowing or raining with the wind howling. I was able to wear my glasses on Sunday and stuck with them til I started with a new pair of contacts last Wednesday.
I am so grateful that Heavenly Father understands that I would not do well as a blind person. I LOVE watching my tulips open their sleepy heads and recover from freezing nights. I LOVE watching lighting and how it can light up the night sky. I LOVE the beautiful sunsets we have here. I especially look forward to purple sunsets. They are rare, but when they happen they are so memorable. I LOVE to watch my kids play, and run around in the back yard. I love to see them smile as they swing or slide or ride their bikes. I've also realized that I would not do well as a deaf person. I LOVE to listen to music. Anyone who spends very much time with me knows that I have to have something playing, as much as possible.
I LOVE to hear a newborn at work with its first cry. Its their call to world that they have arrived and message to those who helped them get here, that they will miss them during their journey here. I LOVE hearing my kids laugh. Its so innocent and its not forced.
When my kids laugh, they are happy, life is good and all is right in the world. I LOVE the sound of wind in the trees in my backyard and I LOVE the sound of waves of water that lap the sand. 
