My husband is hilarious. When he is up to something, his eyes sparkle. He just can’t help it. It’s the way I can USUALLY tell when he’s telling me a cock-and-bull story. The bigger the story, the more his eyes sparkle. It’s one of his best features. A picture is worth more than a thousand words, so today I will take you on a picture gallery walk with a focus on my husband’s sparkle eyes.
These were the early years when our children were home, and we were scampering all over creation to get them to sports events, music concerts, and dance competitions. He worked 80 hours a week, and I taught school full-time. Life was full of activity, noise, our house was full, and so was my heart. In 2002, we lost my husband’s mother to cancer, and the sparkle faded. With counseling and some medical assistance, he returned to us.
In 2006 the house filled even more, with the addition of our son, his wife, and their newborn son. For 2 1/2 years, 7 of us shared one bathroom when we were all home!
In 2009, there was a change in my husband’s behavior and in 2010- a month after the loss of his father, we moved 4 miles up the road to a cute little 7.5 acre homestead on the mountain, overlooking the family farm. We prayed that this change would bring the sparkle back into his eyes and that the mountain would heal his broken heart.
He had more projects than he knew what to do with. He pushed over buildings, created gardens, mowed to his heart’s content, but things just weren’t right. He was frustrated, discouraged, reckless, and unrecognizable. We couldn’t figure out what the problem was.
In 2013, and just 47 years old, he was diagnosed with Frontotemporal Dementia. As difficult as it was to receive the diagnosis, it was a relief to finally have some answers to the changes that we were seeing.
We turned 50, and took our last trip to Florida to see our son and his family. Little did we know that a week after our return, he would have a stroke.
Today he worries about his eyes. He feels old and tired, but I don’t think he needs to worry. I see the sparkle in his eyes, even though he doesn’t show as much emotion and isn’t as animated as he used to be. Despite the daily changes that I see, my husband is in there, thinking up a cock-and-bull story, preparing to tease or to throw something at me when I am not looking. I will continue to watch his eyes, because they tell me what he is not and it will no doubt will be a whopper of a tale.