I told you all about my glasses decision Monday. It’s always a big one. They sit on my face and tend to be noticeable. But my husband was wonderful and helped me decide, and yesterday, I picked up the new pair at lunch.

I didn’t give my students a heads up. I just picked the kiddos up from lunch and took them to recess wearing the new pair. A couple of students noticed and were complimentary. It was sweet.

But the strangest thing is that the majority of students have said, “You got glasses.” To which I respond, “I’ve always had glasses.” At that point they look at me like I’m lying to them.

I don’t get it. They’ve seen me in glasses every day since the beginning of the school year. Why do they think I’ve just started wearing them?

I think we just get used to things, routines, and people. It didn’t necessarily register that Mrs. Lundin wears glasses every day but something did register when a change occurred. It makes me wonder– what things in our marriage have I gotten so used to that details aren’t registering?

I want to be observant. I want to fight for my marriage. I want Brian to know that I pay attention to him and his stories. I want to be engaged. It’s a good check for me. I don’t want him to have to show up with a nose piercing in order for me to notice that he used to have an unpierced nose– you know?

Visually impaired

I have bad eyes. I mean, they’re blue and lovely and all, but without my glasses, I can’t see anything. It’s bad.

I remember when we first noticed something was up with them. I had to get a physical to go to Girl Scout camp. I think I was in the third grade. They doctor told me to read the third line.

“The third line of what?” I asked.

“Of the eye chart.”

“What eye chart?”

No joke. When all you see is white blur at the end of the hallway, it’s bad.

When I walked outside of Sam’s Club with my first pair of overly large, super uncool glasses, the first thing I noticed was that trees had leaves. Who knew?

But now my glasses are a part of life– a part of me. It’s rare that you see me without them. This is why I made Brian come meet me at the eye doctor. If he has to look at my glasses more than I do, he really needs to like them.

When he got there, I had narrowed it down to 15 pairs. Really. I narrowed for quite some time. Brian watched me model all of them repeatedly. He narrowed, then I did. He did, then I did. He even pointed out small details on a couple of pairs that I had not noticed yet but would end up bugging me in some way– he gets me 🙂

Eventually, we ended on the second pair I picked up in my search. I’m excited to pick them up tomorrow. I’ve been in this pair for 6 years– yikes! But I’m even more excited to be married to a man that will drop everything to come help me make a decision about an accessory, a man that notices details, a man that knows my likes and dislikes, and a man that loves me in my dorky glasses.

I need to remember this tomorrow morning when Brian’s alarm is set to go off before mine and I will need to lovingly encourage him to get up… multiple times. Ahh, wedded bliss 🙂