Until about two years ago, my eyes had always been great. I never wore glasses and felt very blessed because of it. But as is the case with most people, around age 40 it started to be more difficult for me to focus on things that were close up. I first noticed it when my kids would want to show me something in a book or on an iPod and they would shove it within about two inches from my face. No longer could my youthful lenses focus on something so close up. I would push it away. Next I started to notice it as I read books. I would have to push them out farther than before in order for my eyes to focus. And so I decided to get a pair of reading glasses. I went to Smith's and grabbed the cheapest pair I could find. Since I would only be wearing them occasionally, I really didn't pay any attention to the style. BIG mistake. Christi and the kids now mock my selection of leopard print spectacles. The other night as Christi and I were watching a show, I decided to be super-productive and hand stitch Parker's favorite tie so he could wear it again. Let me rephrase that: I proactively took this tie that had started coming apart at one of the seams and made the effort to sew it back together. It took me a full 45 minutes. How did Christi laud my admirable efforts? She mocked me!
Seriously. Because I had to use my reading glasses to see what I was doing, she kept teasing me about how different I looked. (To be fair, I have recently grown a beard, and it was the combination of the beard and glasses that she thought turned me into a different person.) She kept taking pictures of me and giggling. Here are a few for your viewing pleasure:
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| I finally gave in and gave her a smile. I guess I do look quite a bit different. I remind myself a lot of my Uncle Jay and my Uncle Kenny. |
