When I was told I had to get glasses, I went and cried in my room. I don't remember why, honestly, but I did. Then the night I got them, I would take them off and gently put them in my case and then hurriedly take them out again and bask in being able to see. (This is at, like 9:00, way past my bedtime back then!) Then I would take them off and put them, not on the bedside table, but in their case. I also remember that first night, when I took them off and laid down, I could still feel them on my face. Yeah, that was weird. The next morning, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to put them on the minute I got up. I laugh now, but it was a big deal. I was the first child to get glasses!
I see Stephen doing some of the same things: making sure to take them off and put them on with two hands and putting them immediately in the case when he goes to bed. I think glasses taught me about being responsible and about gently handling expensive things. Stephen is embracing those lessons wholeheartedly and I am one proud big sister.
Here is how confident he is - he let me take pictures right off the bat! I guess when I was eight, I didn't worry as much about how I looked either, so maybe I'm being a little excited.
But still, isn't he one handsome dude?
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