I mentioned a few weeks ago that I’d gotten contacts. It had been getting ever more difficult to shoot and edit photos. Aging has some unpleasant consequences, I suppose.
What I didn’t mention, however, was it was my love that twisted my arm a little and got me to go to the eye doctor. And she covered the cost of everything from the exam to the contacts as a gift for my birthday.
I can’t think of a more loving and generous birthday gift.