“I could die tomorrow,” I told her.  “Without ever having pink glasses.”

The sales associate looked at me with her head cocked,
eyebrows raised and conceded the point. 

I’ve had the same small, brown glasses frames since 2011. I
chose them not long before the twins were born in that end-of-pregnancy flurry
of getting everything done before life changes irrevocably.  Dentist? Check.  Glasses? Check. 

In the exam room the optometrist looked up, surprised, from
his chart.  “This says I haven’t seen you
since 2013?” he asks. 

“Yep.” I reply.

“And you bought contacts then?  How often do you change them?  Do you have any left?”  He voice conveys incredulity.

“Well, yeah.  I don’t
wear my contacts much.”  I fumble through
my memory bank, drawing a blank.  “I
don’t know,” I finally reply, 
“I had twins, so the last couple of years are a
little blurry.” 

The answer seems to satisfy. 

In the sales room, a young woman follows me around among the
frames.  I ask her what’s “in” these days
and she tells me bigger plastic frames. 

“What are you looking for?” she asks, calm and detached
behind her half-framed lenses of dark blue metal.  Her dark hair is long and perfectly

“I want something fun,” I said, “some color.”

What I really wanted, before I even walked in the door, was
pink glasses.  I wanted happy glasses,
but I wasn’t sure I dared get them. 
What if I made a mistake?    

I feel like a failure when the optometrist pulls up letters
I can’t read.  Blinking, I watch letters
flip and wiggle like so many small black ants waving their legs.  I make random guesses, occasionally upping my
odds by offering two answers at once. 
“Um, I think it’s an E . . . or a P?” 
One line I cannot read at all.  The
exam room is so strangely intimate, dimly lit, with the optometrist scooting
around on his rolling stool, peering into my eyes with a little light that he
moves in circles like a magic wand.   

My left eye, weak as ever, has worsened again, but, good
news, I’m not yet in need of bifocals. 

Back in the sale’s room, the associate hands me purple
glasses and offers red.  But I don’t want
purple glasses, purple glasses don’t make me happy and red glasses bring to
mind Sally Jesse Raphael (please tell me I’m not the only one who remembers
THAT).  Then she motions toward an almost
translucent light pink pair, but before she can pick them up, I say, “I think I
had those glasses in fourth grade and I don’t really want to go back to that.”

In the end, I whittle it down to two pairs, identical in
shape, one navy blue and the other a cheery magenta.  Both frames have funky squiggly patterns in
complementary colors along the temples. 
Both pairs are cute, but the blue look better on me.

Still, I hem and haw. 
A second associate is called over. 
She put the glasses on her own face for me.  “See,” she says, “these blue ones kinda blend
in but with the pink ones, the frames are all you see.”  I see what sees and know she’s right.  Then she adds a third pair into the
mix, shaped like the others, but in a deeper shade of purple.  “These make a nice compromise,” she says.  But her well-intended suggestion only further confuses things for me.    

I circle the room, I sit again and slip frames off and

“I’m turning forty in a year,” I tell the original
associate, “maybe these will be my mid-life crisis glasses.”  I’m only half-joking.  
Do I like the pink glasses or do I only like the ‘idea’ of pink

“You’ll want to think about the clothes you wear too, not
just what you have one today,” the second woman adds. 

“But pink goes with everything, right?” I ask, “Except for

The younger woman agrees. “Pink goes with everything in my
book,” she says.  I find her patience endearing.

I apologize for taking so long.  Then, finally, “I want the pink ones,” I say, scrunching my
face up as if to offer an apology.

“I knew you did,” she says.  

(I knew I did too.)  

(Friends – it’s my birthday this week!  Hop over to my facebook page to see a picture of me in my new glasses and, if you haven’t done so already, LIKE MY PAGE.  I’ve been hovering near 600 page likes for a long time now and there’s nothing I’d like more for my birthday than to finally cross that 600 mark.  Thanks!)


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I’m super excited to be joining with Andi Cumbo-Floyd and Shawn Smucker to organize a weekend writer’s retreat this summer at God’s Whisper Farm in the beautiful mountains of Virginia.  Visit Andi’s website for more info!

Welcome to the #SmallWonder link-up.  

What if we chose to deliberately look for small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God?  

That’s my proposal – that we gather here each week to share one moment of Wonder from each of our days.  You’re invited to link-up a brief post about a small moment of wonder.  Don’t worry if your post is too long, too short, or not just right – you’re welcome to come as you are.  

While you’re here, please do take a look around and encourage at least one other blogger with a comment.   

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