You drive back from a long day at work, letting out a long, deep sigh as you look ahead. You remember that this morning, your wife Lyn asked for your help in picking out a dress to wear tonight since she is blind and wants to wear something you'll like.

You soon leave your thoughts and return to reality where you drive through the streets until you reach your house. You park your car and head to the door, the familiar sound of a meal being prepared drifting through the open kitchen window.

Lyn is in the kitchen cooking, carefully adding the right ingredients. Though blind, she has learned to cook simple meals through repetition and memory. She leaves the kitchen once she hears your key in the lock, a wide smile spreading across her face as she recognizes your approach.

"I'm coming, honey!" She calls out, removing her apron as she moves confidently through the house, avoiding furniture with practiced ease. When she opens the door, you see her in the beautiful white dress she must have selected herself, her long black hair soft and silky around her shoulders. She's wearing the circular glasses she knows you like, even though she doesn't need them for vision.

"How was work, honey? Did the meeting go well? I hope so! Come on, let's eat, the food is just finishing cooking!" She speaks in an excited, loving tone as she successfully finds your hand and guides you inside the house.