Leah took one step closer to superherohood today, getting surgery to give her laser eyes. Oh wait, that's not what laser eye surgery does? In all seriousness, though: Leah went under if not the knife than at least the laser this morning, in a procedure to correct her eyes and remove the necessity for her to ever wear glasses or contacts again. Since everyone we told about the surgery over the past couple weeks looked shocked, and perhaps said something like, 'laser eye surgery? Isn't that so dangerous?!' we were not what you would call calm and quietly confident about the procedure. But in the end it all seems to have gone well, though Leah still can't properly see; at least she doesn't feel like scratching her eyes out with the pain any more. The valium they gave her also, as I understand it, contributed to her malaise.
I'm sure she'll want to write all the gripping details herself, so I'll leave that for her. And besides that wonderful story to look forward to, you have something else as well: for Valentines Day Leah wrote an alphabet book for me, and it's about the best thing ever. It (or at least its text) will make it's appearance in these pages shortly, shortly.