Reading glasses.

If you follow my blog at all you realize how my family has been affected by alcoholism. My husband has struggled with this disease since age 14. It has been a journey to say the least. We enjoyed the holidays together as a family...something I am truly grateful for. On one particular day, my husband and I were shopping and he picked up a cheap pair of reading glasses at Big Lots. I had noticed his arms did not seem long enough as he struggled to read his USA News. They are sort of grey in color...slight rectangular shape....nothing special...but I have grown to like this look on him. Somewhere along the pages of turmoil in dealing with such a devastating disease...these reading glasses have given me a lot of hope...for in the evening when he chooses to pull the glasses out and read....well, he has made it another day sober. His vision isn't being distorted by the effects of whiskey. He is actually seeing. These gray colored glasses seem to soften the face of one who so struggles each day, second and minute with the pull of alcoholism. I don't know what tommorrow holds for him and his internal demons...but I do cherish the image of him sitting...leaning to one side of the recliner... adjusting his paper to the light beside his chair...with the cheap pair of gray reading glasses atop his nose. For when I see this...I know he is seeing clearly...more than the words on the page of the paper...he is seeing life.