Yesterday was a pretty routine day for us, with the exception of a little trip over the hill to LPCH for Claire to see the eye doctor. Jared decided to take the day off so that I would be spared from taking Chloe along to Claire’s appointment. After dropping Claire off at school we started the day slowly with coffee and a walk down to pleasure point, to say that it was epic is indeed an understatement. As we walked and enjoyed the sound of the waves gently crashing we did the download on all that the day contained. I really wasn’t that worried about the trip to the doctor. It was a routine appointment and the worst that would come of it would be glasses. Funny how even on a good day, with the sunshine on my face and my husband by my side to help, deep down in there was a little bit of fear. We have so many memories from LPCH. Most of them involve needles and Claire or some sort of doctor telling us how worried they were. As much as I tried to believe that today would be different, a little voice inside me quietly whispered, she still has Rett syndrome. With that I was able to soak in the beauty of our morning walk and knock off a few things on the to do list before it was time to get Claire and start on the day’s journey. We didn’t have much traffic and we actually got there on time, which in itself is a small miracle. After checking in it was time to do what everyone else in the busy waiting room was doing, wait. It is an interesting area due to the variety of doctors serviced by that area. The lab is there, so you can hear young kids screaming as the friendly vampires do their best to stick them with needles and suck their blood in the gentlest of ways. There were a few people in wheel chairs and lots of people with glasses as the clinics that were open today were the orthopedist and the optometrist. A sweet and healthy little boy that was standing in front of us turned to look at Claire and said with so much care in his tone, “Did you break both of your legs?” She smiled and I told them that they weren’t broken and he smiled and walked away. One dad that was patiently waiting struck up a conversation with me, he was there with two of his kids. They are both in different stages of the scoliosis surgery process, his eldest child also has scoliosis but hasn’t had the surgery, yet. Got me thinking, they looked like such a normal family, kids dressed in varsity gear from the local upitty Palo Alto high school, but none the less, they were sitting in the same waiting room that we were. There were also families that looked to be of far more humble means. As I said to the father that I was not in line and that he could go, his son translated for him. There were people from so many different backgrounds there, so many different medical challenges. Reminded me of how we are all the same, so vulnerable, so helpless when it comes to our children. Finally we were called back and Claire was her 85% of the time wonderful little self and did everything that the doctor required of her. When we got around to seeing THE doctor she was so excited to see Claire. She remembered us from 3 years ago (memorable in a good way I hope) and that she was so glad to see that Claire was doing so well. That is code for “we expected her regression to be much worse and for Rett to have taken a lot more” but at least she chose to put it politely. I am also very glad that Claire isn’t doing worse as they all had expected. So we took our script for glasses, packed up all of our gear and piled into the Smart car. We paused under the big tree before driving home to marvel at the leaves, to put it all back into perspective, that we all have a lot, that God is bigger than us and that He loves us enough to make really great children’s hospitals that everyone can afford and then we drove home.