She lifted her eyes from the book she had been staring at for the last 20 minutes but not seeing. His blue eyes glanced over at her for the briefest of moments, but left and impression that would last years. Where had she seen those eyes before? They couldn’t be, but they were. They were the eyes that looked up at her each morning from the crib with the sweet baby smile tucked underneath. That blue that sparkled in the sun and became clear as glass in the morning light.
The first time she’d seen those eyes, she’d clutched her husband’s hand as they peered through the nursery window glass. The nurse had held up their precious baby and invited them in the room. She had gazed into those eyes and then snuggled the soft little bundle to her cheek breathing in the sweet scent.
I’m going to begin participating in Five Minute Friday over on Kate’s blog to give myself a little break from my regular writing. If you’d like to read more posts on the word meet, come join us there. We’d love to have you!