Little things

Some days it's the little things that drop me.

I decided today that I'd better start catching up with the orders in my Etsy shops that are backing up while I've been taking my "brain rest".

I fired up the ol' printer, turned on the laptop - and reached for my computer glasses (yes, I have glasses in multiple strengths - in every room).  And then I cried.

I love these glasses.  They're cheap - not fashionable - not even cute, but they are the perfect strength for my workroom computer and oh-so-comfortable.

I remember the day I broke them.  I dropped them on the floor - and then accidentally rolled my chair over them, breaking off the right temple.  It was broken in such a way that there was no way it could be repaired.  The part that held the screw was broken off.  They were done.   I left them on my desk and quit for the day.

Greg found them the next day (he was always in my "stuff') and brought them to me.

"Mother... Do you need this side to bend?", he asked, holding the glasses (which were now in one piece) by the right temple - and grinning.

"What did  you do to them?  They were in two pieces!"

"Not any more," he said.  "I glued them." He let go of the temple and sure enough, they were glued together.  "I know you like them.  If  you don't need them to bend, they should be good for a while."

One temple bends - the other doesn't, but that's okay with me.

I hugged him and thanked him - they're still together - and I still love them.

One more "little" thing that reminds me of him every day.  Some days it makes me smile to think of his thoughtfulness.  Some days I can't get past how much I miss him.  Today I miss him so much I ache.