Sunshine in the Haze

I look at Mommy, and she looks at me. I know she’s my mommy because of the way she speaks—so tender and mild.
I look at Daddy, and he looks at me. I know it’s him because he laughs exactly like the man who cradled mommy’s tummy.
I wish I could tell Mommy and Daddy how God looked down on them… The way He looked at them is the same way they are looking at me. Perhaps I’ll tell them when I grow older.

I watch Mommy fix her hair; she meets my eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Her voice is tired, but sweet. “You’re my little angel.”
I look at Daddy in his church clothes and he looks at me with an exhausted grin, commenting on how pretty of a princess I am.

I look at Mommy and Daddy as they bow their heads and ask God for strength in what they call this tough season.

I look back at my mommy and daddy as they wave goodbye. I’m going to school now. They say it’ll be great, but their hearts are weary… I see it in their eyes.

I look at Mama, and she looks at me. Her hair glistens a color I’ve never seen, but I think it’s pretty. I wish she felt the same.
I look at Daddy, and he looks at me. His hair is ruffled from a long day of work, but he still has time to goof off with me.

I’m a teenager now. I watch the way Dad looks at Mom, and the way Mom looks at Dad. It’s not like the way it used to be. I wonder if that fight they had last night is still tearing them apart. I didn’t mean to cause it; I know I can be a handful with my spiraling emotions. I wish they knew that I love them.

I look at Mom, her eyes full of tears, but her smile genuinely huge. I look at Dad. He clings to my arm as if he must say goodbye forever. I look at my soon to be husband who stands all handsome at the alter. I hope they know that my heart belongs to everyone of them.

I look at my mom and dad. Their hair is white and their faces are aged. They look at each other differently now.

I look at my husband and the babe in my arms. They never fell out of love like I thought when I was younger… They had only grown to love each other more through what they called the moments to learn from.

Several years later, I look up at the sky and allow my Heavenly Father’s love to pour over me. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for teaching me who would be there when the two of you went on to the above.