Guess who got his glasses this weekend?
He reports that everyone he knows, and even some people he didn't realize he knew, thinks he looks great. And he does. What I'm glad about though, is that he seems...happy. I'm sure they'll irritate him eventually, but for now he just seems content to look at the world and see it in focus.
"I can see your individual hairs," he tells me, dreamy. "I can see the lines in the bark on the tree."
He just seems a little more content.
He looks surprisingly natural in them. After an entire lifetime of looking at his face without glasses, I'm already not noticing them. They just seem right. And cool. Very cool. Max was worried he would look like a dork in glasses, but I told him he just doesn't have it in him.
Max will always be cool.