The tiny cotton candy pink glasses with original lenses no bigger than that of a quarter, had to be custom made to fit Oia's face when she was just 16 weeks old. Over the years, they have been chewed, stratched, stepped on, bent, twisted, broken and fixed, thrown about and even temporarily lost. You name it and they have been wiped clean of it ~ food, drink, rain drops, dried tears... the list is endless. They have been modified on multiple occasions to fit our growing girl. And they have been life changing. From infant, to toddler, to preschooler, and now big Sis ~ these tiny glasses have witnessed so much. But from a different perspective, these glasses have allowed Oia to witness so much. Her dainty face is still so perfect with them on, yet a tad lost without them, as they have just become a special part of her. They have aided in her view of the world and in turn have been imperative to her progress and development. But the time has come. The one and only pair of glasses she has ever worn have become too small. In recent days, they have been replaced with a slightly bigger pair and the cotton candy pink is now more like watermelon. Most who know her haven't noticed the change and that's just the way we like it. The original pair have been neatly tucked away inside her special box of keepsakes. There they will forever reside with her first Onesie, first pair of lenses, first splint and cast, first AFO's. I imagine the day when both girls and I are seated together on a bedroom floor, reminiscing as we dig through each ones little box of treasures. I pray that when Oia discovers the tiny, worn glasses and pulls them out, that she'll have the words by then to look up at me and say "Oh my, Mommy! These were mine? They're so cute and little!" To which I'll smile and reply, "Yes, I know, Honey. And so were you."