When I took this photo of my husband Andy at a party we went to, he obligingly posed for me. I was trying to get in some practice with indoor flash photography.
Then I got home and saw the image on the computer, and I saw the love.
If I ever need a reminder of how much he loves me, all I have to do is look at this photo, and there’s the love. And when I look at a photo of my husband, it reminds me just how much I love him, too. There is something about a photograph that captures a moment and allows you to gaze at it long enough to see things or feel things that maybe we don’t take the time to see or feel when we’re going about our daily lives. Don’t get me wrong; I’m constantly reminded of how much we love each other. It’s just that a photograph is like undeniable evidence of that love and lovability, frozen in time… do you know what I mean?
I don’t have a photograph of my late grandmother looking at me like this, but I have a vivid memory of her looking deep into my eyes, penetratingly, holding my hand firmly in hers, and saying to me, serious-as-cancer, "You know I love you very much." I will never forget that. As long as I live, I will never forget how much she loved me. I saw the love in her eyes.
If you don’t have a photograph of someone who loves you, look for the love in their eyes. And don’t you forget it!