As I crawled into bed last night, I laid my glasses on the dresser next to me. Same thing I do every night. This morning, before leaving the bed, I reached over, picked them up and placed them back on. Immediately something was wrong, but it took me a minute to figure out why. My glasses were broken. One lens was missing.
I had picked them up from the same place I laid them down. There was no reason for the break. It simply was.
My sweetie found the lens and began trying to fix the frame. I began fumbling through my day in a blur. And it surprised me how difficult it was to manage without those two thin lenses.
Sitting at the computer desk, my face only inches from the monitor, trying to read the telephone number for the eye doctor.
Sitting on the bed looking at my son in the doorway, seeing a blur of green and brown instead of his eyes, nose, smile.
My amazing and resourceful husband was able to fix the frames through gorilla glue and a clamp. A difficult couple hours later, I had my glasses back. They’re still broken, but they will hold together for now. Long enough for the eye doctor to be able to see me and new glasses to be ordered.
I take my eyesight for granted. I never think about how poor my eyesight is because I put my glasses on the moment I wake and don’t take them off until I close my eyes at night.
I never think to thank God for the eyesight that I have. For the ability to see my family. To see His beautiful creation. For the ability of doctors to shape glass in such a way that my blurry vision becomes clear.
I thought it today. I am grateful. I am beyond grateful.