Sitting around the dinner table, Olive makes a comment about how she can see small things but Elias really can't, which leads us into a discussion about vision and impairment and how all our eyes work a little differently. We talk about Nana who needs contacts or glasses to see clearly and our friend Dan who lost his eyes to a bear.
"Elias's vision may not be as clear as yours but he can see a whole lot," I say to Olive, as Elias looks at his plate, listening, but not yet participating in the conversation.
We talk about the difference between being fully blind like a girl we often see skiing at Challenge and legally blind like Elias.
I remind Elias of the camp he attended two summers ago where all the students were blind or visually impaired.
"Oh," Elias says, "I didn't notice that." He raises his eyes from his plate and rests them somewhere between us and the ceiling above. "I was too busy looking at something else."
God I love him.
And here, while Olive and I smile with ease before a lens, putting on our social face, Elias struggles to manipulate his expressions for a camera-- but as is often the case, the result is just a bit more true:
Happy Friday all!