I wear glasses from the moment I get up in the morning until the moment I get in bed at night and have done so for most of the 41 years I have been married. I have had the same frames for two years. Last week I ordered a new pair.
When they came in on Monday, I rushed to the store to pick them up, excited about having something new. When I came home, I cleaned the house all afternoon, so shortly before my husband came home, I took a shower, put on some nice clothes, fixed my hair, and put make-up on, paying particular attention to my eye make-up to make my pretty new glasses stand out even more.
When my husband came home, I waited for the response that I knew would be coming. Hubby came home, gave me my hug and kiss and said…nothing. Well, yes, he did tell me about his day and asked what was for dinner. But nothing about my new glasses. We sat down at the dinner table, he across from me, as usual, and talked about our upcoming plans for the weekend and when the kids come in a few weeks, and all the while he kept staring at me. Finally, he looked at me and said (ah, here it comes, I thought), “You look very pretty tonight.” The rest of the evening was pretty much like that.
The next morning he sat across from me at breakfast, and still said nothing about my new glasses. Just before he left for work, he grabbed his lunch I had packed for him, gave me a good-bye kiss, turned to me one last time and said, “Hey, when are you going to pick up your new glasses?” The heavy sigh from me (extremely heavy) triggered his dawning realization that something was amiss. I pointed to my glasses and said, “You mean these?”
He was aghast. “I was blinded by your beauty!” When I didn’t pick up what he was putting down (as my friend Joanie likes to say), he said, “I really blew it, didn’t I?” I laughed at him because he was so remorseful and couldn’t stop saying how great my new glasses looked on me, once my beauty was no longer blinding him.
Later that morning I walked into my yoga class. One of my yoga mates, whom I see once or twice a week for a little more than an hour, looked at me and said, “Love your new glasses.”