So, we ordered Joel's glasses today. We briefly considered the more stylish frames, from the (no joke) Fisher Price line, but decided against it when we saw Joel rip them off with great disdain. So, we're going with this, except in dark blue frames:
Joel, as always, was as happy as can be. As long as there were people to smile at, places to jump, and things to climb on, life was good. Getting glasses was just another opportunity to smile and say, with great seriousness and intensity, "Da, Da, Da, Da, Da!"
This whole experience (shoot, this whole WEEK) has been hard for me because I want to shield this boy, who I love fiercely and completely, from any pain or difficulty. I know that's not my job as a parent. It's my job to do what's best for him. I know this. But I still worry...
God challenges me to be more like this guy:
Smiling through struggles.
Sticking to it.
And seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.