My husband, bless his heart, is 'bout near blind as a bat. He had to get his first pair of glasses at the ripe old age of four. Back in the old days (The Boy is convinced that tv only came in two colors- black and white- when my husband was a child. But that's another story), there was no Vera Bradley line of glasses. No Michael Kors, no Disney, no Laura Ashley. Jeremy's first set of specs were huge, round, and Coke-bottle thick.
Recently, he has noticed something not quite right with The Girl's eyes. He is much more sensitive to that kind of thing than I am, oh me of perfect vision.
On Saturday they went on a father/daughter date to the optometrist. I was hope hope hoping she wouldn't have to get glasses, knowing somewhere in my heart she probably would.
Sure enough, I got the text an hour later, "She needs glasses. Far sighted. Come pick them out."
My heart sank. Yes, she'd look beyond adorable in glasses. No, glasses aren't the end of the world. Yes, I pray that she'll have the confidence to scoff at the mean kids who will (inevitably) make fun of her. No, I won't punish her when she punches them in their (glassesless) faces. It's likely, because my brilliant husband caught on while she was young, that her eyes will correct themselves before she's an adult. There is no astigmatism, which is a blessing. And though she was pretty ambivalent at the fact of actually wearing glasses, she was super stoked to be able to choose any pair she wanted. The Girl is all about accessorizing.
So, we picked some out.
|First pair she chose|
|So many to try!|
|These were my most favorite. Jeremy called them "Lisa Loeb-ish"|
|Narrowing the field....|
After much deliberation and a whole lot of "Ladybug, are you sure sure?"-ing, she settled on a pair that made her heart happy.
The very first pair she tried on.
I can only hope she's this easy and decisive when it comes to her wedding dress.