The other day I was over picking Madison up for an afternoon of shopping with Grammy. I have so much fun with that little darling!
While Danelle was getting Madison's diaper bag ready, Steve and I were talking about his beautiful yard and some of his and Danelle's plans. I was holding Madison on my lap and she was listening intently to Steve and I. At one point I looked down at her and she was staring into her father's eyes and the love that I witnessed in that child's eyes has not left me. As my own eyes welled up with tears, I pointed out what I'd just witnessed to Steve. He looked intently at his daughter and I could tell that when their eyes met, these two shared a love that is profound; a love like no other. Suddenly, I felt like I was on the outside looking in. I could see the love, almost as if it were a tangible thing, that this father and his daughter shared. It was an awe inspiring moment!
For once in my busy and unimportant life I was able to stop and smell the roses, and in doing so I witnessed one of the most touching moments I have ever been privy to!
But that moment of enlightenment got me to thinking. How many times had I missed that same look on my own child's face because I was too busy doing laundry or cooking dinner? In all those years raising Steve, I don't think I ever stopped long enough to acknowledge that. I knew he loved me, but did I ever take the time to really look into his eyes and SEE the love? I don't recall that.
Perhaps Grandparenthood offers that insight, because now I either have a bit more time or I have matured and can see what really matters in this world. Maybe a bit of both. At any rate, I was touched by those eyes and the love that I witnessed that day between a father and his daughter.
Simply put, it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.
1 comment:
I think these loving looks probably were indeed exchanged between you and Steve. You were just too busy doing what you had to do to reflect on them. Don't be hard on yourself. : )
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