In Your Eyes

Two years ago on my 60th birthday, the kids gathered notes from everyone to put in a scrapbook to celebrate me starting a new decade. Below is what Mark wrote which is exactly what I would say about his eyes, but would add that his were always full of dreams and plans and wonder.

When my eyes met yours for the first time, I could sense a spark of interest that lured me into your life.

Those eyes, I have come to know after all these years, can sometimes instantly reveal your inner thoughts.

Your eyes can be calm.

Your eyes can be joyous.

Your eyes can be intense and focused.

Your eyes can be worried. And angry. They are caring and concerned. And defiant.

They can be surprised, Curious, Mischievous, And filled with laughter. They dance to music.

Recently, they have returned, more often now, to those loving mothering eyes that Mabel will come to know.

Of all the stories that your eyes tell me, they spend the most time being kind and loving. 

As we grow older, our faces may change slowly overtime, but your eyes still draw me to you, though the wisps of those black curls.

Your eyes reveal to me your life, having learned much in the world, looking forward to more.

I am in love with your eyes and the person behind them that makes them glow.

Happy 60th,

Mark