When Your Eyes Are TRULY Opened

Today I'm having eye surgery. Where, for some weird reason, I'll be staring STRAIGHT INTO A BURNING BEAM OF LIGHT... when my whole entire life I've been told NOT to stare at bright lights! And THIS? This is a friggen LASER!! The thought of smelling my eyeball flesh burn kinda sickens me, but hey, at least I will have pretty, contact-less eyeballs when this is all over with.

In the meantime, I get to wear GRANNY glasses for a day or two. That's gonna be the best. I may convince Will to take me out shopping JUST so I can be seen with him. I mean, seeing as how *I'm* wearing the Granny glasses, and he's so much older than me-- we'll be a cute couple! :)

I'm fairly blind as it is once the lights turn off. I can function without glasses and contacts, but in the dark-- I stumble like a drunk sailor. All the things people use their eyes to see- such a darkness to be put into without them.

Today, I am thankful for the gift of my eyes. To see the beautiful colours, the flowers, the animals. Wentworth Miller. (haha).

What if the surgery goes wrong?! What if I never see again? What would I miss most without my eyes? My family's faces. Their smiles. Their goofy-ness. Even their silver eyes when they cry. Seriously-- with faces like these-- how could I ever want tolook at anything else?!