Here is Iowa the weather has been very foggy the past couple of days. Yesterday when Emily awoke, she sleepily rubbed her eyes as she made it into her spot at the kitchen table, patiently waiting for Big Daddy to serve her up some sugar breakfast.
I watched her as she intently stared out the sliding glass door into the backyard. Her eyes squinted ever so slightly. Her little fingers rubbed her eyes again ... then she hopped down out of her chair and ran upstairs. She returned with her glasses and her expression was sheer panic.
"Mom!" she called. "I need to go to the doctor. Today."
"What's wrong?"
"I have my glasses on and I STILL can't see."
