There comes a time in this married woman’s life, where she needs to weigh out the greatness of her beloved Mr Surfer.
He still has a fine head of hair (Although, I’ve had a penchant for follicly challenged men in the past…ahem…)
He doesn’t have a beer gut (Well, it’s more of a lolly gut, but that doesn’t count, does it ?)
And I still melt in those strong, broad shoulders every time he gives me a huge bear hug (Too much sap ?)
So. In the grander scheme of things, and overshadowing all of these beautiful features (I make him sound like a brand new sports car), the undeniable fact that he now needs a pair of reading glasses, ain’t so bad. Right ?
But, just as he’s in denial about his age, he’s even more so about his terrible eyesight. The man had an endless list of excuses.
“I’m just tired…”
Okay, fair enough, I’ll let you have that one.
“The lighting in this room is terrible”
“The font in this book is too small…”
Any bigger and it’d be one of twinlets’ picture books…
Finally, after months of squinting and pulling that stupid widen-the-eyes-with-an-opened-mouth look (You know, that face we haven when applying mascara ?), Mr Surfer surrendered to the idea of getting his eyes checked. Hallelujah !
A few weeks ago, after work one day, he went to the local optometrist and sent through some of the potential options to my iPhone.
And guys, this is where I will be absolutely truthful and confess to what was going on in my head.
There was an uncomfortable moment where I thought that maybe, I was going to have to settle and make do with the good set of hair and lolly gut . Because the choices I saw on my phone were…well, let’s face it…far from pretty.
He assured me before he sent them through, that the photos weren’t the most ideal because…he was due for a haircut. Yes, of course. It’s the hairstyle that’s the problem…
Luckily, for his final purchase decision, I was there ready to supervise (cough), I mean, give my constructive opinion. In the end, we settled on these:
They took some time (for me) to get used to.
The other night, while giving his new specs a test run, he told me he could see my face clearly now…blemishes and all.
Is this what they mean when people say, “As the years go by, you’ll see your relationship in a different light ?”
I hope not.