The Look Of Love

I think that, on the plane while we were returning from Canada, I saw the first real look of "I love you" in my daughter's eyes. Before that, I have seen what I interpreted as "I'm really happy to see you", "I'm glad you're around to pick me up and/or turn on Veggie Tales", and "There's that guy who supplies me with bananas". But there was one point on the flight where she was dead-tired and didn't want to lay down... she just wanted to be held, to put her head on my shoulder and sleep. And she looked at me and I could see it there - something that hadn't been there before, and with it was a kind of understanding in her that I hadn't realized was missing until I saw it. It melted my heart. It was beautiful, and I wish you could have seen it. I love her.