The Look of Love

I found God today in the way my husband looked at me this morning.  I'm 50 now.  Not ancient, but no spring chicken either.  I can see the age in my face.  I'm not depressed by it; in fact, I kind of embrace it.  It's a relief to let go of some of the trappings of youth.  So when I look in the mirror, I just see me - a regular person, nothing special.  But when Jeff looked at me this morning, his expression was a gift.  Suddenly, I was special.  And I found God there.