Aug 22 2008
Blue Eyes
It has been five months and seven days since I slid a ring on my wife’s finger and promised to love her always. When most of you read the previous sentence it will not have the same significance to you as it does to me, it can’t. When I looked my beautiful bride in her gorgeous blue eyes and said my vows I fell in love with her all over again. My favorite physical characteristic about my wife is her eyes. They are beautiful. But it isn’t her eyes themselves that cause me to fall deeper in love with her, it is the look behind the eyes.
Before I continue I feel I need to explain and diferentiate between the look I am speaking of and a force of nature know as “the look.” Throughout the existence of mankind women everywhere have been perfecting the art of “the look.” Anyone who has a mother, wife, sister, girlfriend, or really knows a female knows about “the look.” The television show Home Improvement focused an entire episode on the subject (including a cut scene where Jill uses her laser vision to burn holes through Tim). “The look” is an expression that needs no accompanying words, needs no other explanation, and needs no rebuttal, it is final. (If you are reading this an have no idea what I am talking about, you may want to consider why it is you are still single.) While my wife does posses the ability to silence me, and bring me off my high horse with such a look she also has another look.
There are moments, not everyday, but many, when I look in the eyes of my wife and see the reason why I married her. What I see when I look in her eyes is acceptance. It is a woman who is everything I could hope and wish for accpeting me despite my many flaws. It is her putting up with the things I do that drive her crazy but still ending every day with a kiss and an “I love you.” What I see when I look in her eyes is compassion. It is knowing she is my greatest champion when I feel like a failure and my source of encouragement when things don’t go right. It is knowing she is the voice of reason when I can’t see past negativity. What I see when I look in her eyes is laughter. It is knowing she is my source of joy when I feel down. It is a reassurance that everything is right, even for just a few moments. What I see when I look in her eyes is hopes and dreams. It is the future of our family. It is our children, and grandchildren. What I see when I look in her eyes is home. It is a place where I will always feel safe. It is a place that always welcomes me to stay and rest. The look that I find in my blue eyed bride is not one that condemns. Her look does not judge. Her look is love, a love I fall back into again and again.
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