Easy on the Eyes

As the plane touches down on the runway in the smoothest landing ever, Michael brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “So what happens now?”

“I hope we go home together,” I answer honestly.

“To whose house?”

“I don’t care. Russian John’s here to meet my flight. He’ll take us wherever we want.”

“Your house tonight. Mine tomorrow. And maybe one day we can find a place we pick out together…?”

“I like it.”

He kisses my hand again and then reaches for his discarded coat and retrieves an envelope. He hands me the envelope.

I look at him, try to read his expression but can’t, and pull a sheet of paper from the envelope.

It’s an itinerary for an Rx Smile mission to Egypt. “It’s the last weekend of April,” Michael says. “I would love it if you could go with me.”

“I’d love to go.”

“I understand you have a career and you can’t just follow me everywhere— ”

I cut him off with a kiss, aware of the little half shiver at the mention of work. I’m so looking forward to Tuesday’s meeting with Harvey, but I’m not ready to talk about it until there’s something concrete to share. This meeting with Harvey might be only the first of dozens of meetings.

I tap Michael on the chest. “I’ll worry about my work. You worry about your work, and knowing us, we’ll always find a way to be together.”

“I couldn’t have said it better,” he answers.

I grin. “I know. I’m good with words. It’s my gift.”

“Thank God, because you’re a disaster at Yahtzee.”

I laugh and laugh and tears fill my eyes, and it’s the best feeling, this coming home, this returning to real life and all its challenges with the man I adore.

The jet brakes, slows, before turning to taxi toward the terminal. We both look out the windows at the lights and the activity.

“I wish we weren’t back,” I say wistfully as the lights of the terminal grow bigger and brighter. “Wish we could stay on this plane forever.”

“You’d get bored,” Michael says, “and we both have things we want to do. You have stories to tell, and I have people to heal. But I also know this: We’re meant to be together. We’re going to achieve amazing things together.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

He lifts my chin and studies my face with the crescent scar and then my lips that won’t stop smiling and finally my eyes. “But I also promise right here, right now, to support whatever it is you want to do.” His voice is so deep, it has a hint of a brogue in it. “I support whatever matters to you. You have my unconditional support, and my unconditional love. I just ask that whatever journey you choose, you include me.”

And that’s when I’m all his, completely, not just the broken pieces of me, but the whole heart, soul, and funny bone. Michael knows how to make me laugh and hope and believe in all the things I had stopped believing in. Best of all, he loves me, the real me, not just the pretty face on TV.

I lean forward and kiss him, and just like before, once I start I can’t stop. I’m just happy, so happy.

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth, and it crosses my mind that I am complete and content. I have all I could want and more. Because youth is fleeting and beauty does fade, but the one part of us that never ages is our heart.

I don’t need to be glossy and flawless. I don’t need a pretty face. I just need my heart. It’s a good heart, a beautiful heart, and it’s a fighter. It knows how to forgive and knows when to make a stand, and most of all, it knows how to love.

Love.

Love is the real answer. Love is everything.

About the Author

I imagine God blessing me as a baby much the way the three fairy godmothers blessed the infant princess in Sleeping Beauty. I see God peering over my crib and, after much thought, bestowing on me three special gifts: humor, optimism, and tenacity. Of these three, He gave tenacity in the greatest abundance.

At nine I was tested by a prominent foundation that measures skills and aptitudes. Because they weren’t used to measuring children my age, I came up lacking in vocabulary, and my test results showed that I lacked finger dexterity as well. I would never be a concert pianist. I would probably also struggle to thread the eye of a needle. But I did score off the charts in one area, and that was foresight.

Foresight meant that I could work for long periods of time to achieve a goal. Foresight meant that I could work alone for long periods of time. Foresight meant I didn’t give up easily.

I suppose in the world of skills and gifts, there are more glamorous gifts, but industriousness— and that good old gift of tenacity— has helped me achieve the seemingly impossible. I didn’t know any novelists growing up. I didn’t know that I could publish. I just knew I loved books and stories, and I had to try to write them, too.

When people ask me today for writing tips or insights into my success, I say, never give up. Don’t accept defeat. And be willing to keep learning.

This mantra became my personal mantra while writing Easy on the Eyes. This book challenged me at every turn. I spent four months writing from 8 a.m. until 10 p.m. and then another two months tearing it apart and trying it again. And then another month attacking it yet again. And then again even in the copyediting stage.

In contrast, Mrs. Perfect rolled from my fingertips. The writing was smooth, taut, dreamlike, whereas writing Easy on the Eyes felt like open-heart surgery without anesthesia.

In this new novel, I had to work, dig deep, struggle for the story. And for the first time in a long time I felt like a writer, not an author. Writing became something active and alive, a fierce process that required all of my talent and all of my patience and all of my skill. Easy on the Eyes ended up being a gift. I rediscovered how much I love a good challenge and how even the most difficult work becomes rewarding if you keep a sense of humor and remain hopeful (there are those other gifts!).

The great thing about being forty-five instead of thirty-five or twenty-five is that I don’t have to be perfect, and I don’t have to know everything, and I don’t have to get it right the first time, or all the time. I just have to try. And I just have to be myself.

In the five years I’ve written for 5 Spot, I’ve grown to not just like myself, but love myself.

I love even all the bad stuff about me, the negatives like pride, and temper, vanity, willfulness, and ambition, because without the bad, I wouldn’t have the good, and the good is very good.

Easy on the Eyes reminded me that I still have a few goals and dreams left. I want to be allowed to age gracefully. I want to be valuable even with wrinkles and extra padding. I want to be loved even though I’ll always be flawed. And I want to keep counting my blessings.

Humor, optimism, tenacity.

Especially tenacity. Because as I’ve learned, as long as we don’t quit, we don’t fail.

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5 Be Happy

There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who smiles. Enjoy being you!