So I met my husband 18.5 years ago. Aaron and I are coming up on our16 year wedding anniversary next month. In that time we have been through a lot together, as anyone who had been together for half their lives would have been. Duh. He is still my best friend in the whole world. I would rather hang out with him than anyone else and we still totally dig each other. I thank my lucky stars everyday and know how truly blessed we are to have found each other.
When I met Aaron, we were teenagers working at McDonalds. He was your average pimply faced super geek. With super thick, grey tinted glasses, no chest hair and a unibrow. But he was also the sweetest guy I had ever met and it was very easy to fall in love.
Over the years he has changed of course. He is still the sweetest guy I know, but the acne cleared up well over a decade ago.
His chest is super sexy with just the right amount of hair to run my fingers through
And while it took some doing I
finally convinced him to pluck the unibrow a few years back.
The one constant in his appearance has been his glasses. Of course he ditched the grey tinted ones back in the '80s (thank goodness) He has had a series of increasingly stylish glasses over the years. His last pair were downright sexy. I could probably chart our lives and tell you where were were and what was going on in our lives just by seeing a pic of the glasses Aaron was wearing at the time.
To me, Aarons glasses are a part of him. One of the endearing things that I love. Like many people who wear glasses though, he hated them. No matter how sexy and stylish his latest pair were. Hahahaha. He hated not being able to lay in bed and watch a movie without his glasses digging in and all the million other little things that drive glasses-wearers crazy. He wanted to be able to wake up in the morning and be able to see out the window or ride a roller coaster and see just how scary the next turn coming up was or make out and shag without the awkward glasses removing pause. He has strange issues about things near his eyes, so he could never wear contacts. So on Thursday he had Lasik eye surgery.
He has been dreaming of having the surgery for years. Of course I encouraged him, knowing how much he would love it. And he does, for which I am very glad.
But.... I also feel like I have lost something. My Aaron wears glasses. He always has. I fell in love with him even when they were seriously ugly glasses. Every memory I have of him from the past eighteen and a half years they are a part of. I feel so lame but I am totally bawling my eyes out over this.
I'm torn because I am really, truly happy for him. But I am also so, so sad about it. I'm such an idiot, but I just can't help it. I'll miss my Aaron. The face that I see when I look at my husband is going to seem just wrong for a while. I know it's wrong to even care. But for some lame-ass reason I do.