Remembering those eyes

I was going through some old pictures the other day, trying to still unpack from moving in April. LOL. I know, I know, at first glance of the picture you're like, what's up with the 80's hair? I'd answer you that the 80's were jammin! including the hair, and I almost slipped in a photo of me sporting some parachute pants but didn't want to take it too far and embarass my kids.

20 years ago today, I was sitting on a bus leaving for war when I took this picture of my future wife. When I look at this photo I don't notice the era or fashion but I remember..... I remember "The Moment". One of those times that brings a flood of emotions back to your life.

As we shared that final look together, I've never forgotten those eyes. They weren't just filled with tears but with hopes and dreams for the future. They were filled with love for me and an unavoidable fear that we may never see each other again after that day. I remember the helpless feeling I had as I couldn't reach through the window to hug her just once more before we drove away.

After months overseas, God's grace brought us back together, and I've gotten the privilege of waking up for 19 1/2 years to see those eyes. Still full of hopes and dreams for the future, and still filled with love me.


Stacy