I married a girl with the most beautiful eyes but the worst vision. That’s obvious when you look at us together and she tells you I’m her “dream-boat” without irony. But she’s like that. We’ve been a couple for so long now that I when I remember my childhood she’s there alongside my siblings and I know that can’t be true, can it?
She wears thick glasses now but she used to wear those hard contacts that would sometimes pop out unexpectedly. We’d freeze and slowly drop to our knees to softly pat the ground to find the lost lens, sometimes laughing and sometimes cursing. That’s pretty funny to think about now. We’re frozen upright, in the sense that we are standing, but we’re supported by canes, walkers and grand-kids. As far as dropping to our knees, we pray (while standing up) that won’t happen today.
But in my mind we’re not old, not old at all. She still laughs at my jokes and I try to grab her hand whenever she’s near me. And when we lie down at night side by side we don’t need walkers or glasses to hold each other tight and feel the breaths and beats of this steady, sturdy love.