One of the first and worst side effects of anti-epileptic drugs was when Collin stopped opening his eyes. We didn't see them for a full month. At five months old, I could only tell he was waking up when his breathing became more agitated.
This morning, when we pulled back his Star Wars blankets, Collin stretched luxuriously, yawned his loud old-man-yawn, and then opened his eyes. I found myself awed all over again as he scanned the dim room for his parents.
Collin's vision is far from precise and he still keeps his eyes mostly closed a lot of the time, but the magic of this little morning miracle reminds me of how far he's come.