A few days after our son's surgery, as he was dozing in the recliner, I noticed Reed looking intently at him. It had been a long time since I had seen that expression of joy and love on his face. It is the look a man gives his bride as she walks down the aisle on their wedding day. It is the gaze of a parent seeing their newborn for the first time. And I expect to see that visual caress when he meets our granddaughter later this month. His expression revealed joy that our son was still with us, despite those times we could have lost him, and tangible love. Reed saw me looking at him, but his eyes teared up when he tried to speak, so he reached back and took my hand. And in that wordless moment, we spoke--hand to hand, mind to mind, heart to heart.
And when I die, what I hope to see in heaven, when I meet Jesus face to face, is that look.
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