I think one of the great questions of humanity is how to know what true love looks and feels like.
I cannot accurately answer that question, but I vividly remember the few times I have seen it.
The first time, HOS and I were getting a sonogram to find out the sex of “lil’ red”aka Charlotte. HOS stared at the screen in wonder as the radiology the shower us the first pictures of our baby girl. I wish I could describe the look on his face and do it justice. Instead, I’ll just say that it was like he was experiencing joy, pride, excitement and awe in its fullest and purest combination. It brought tears to my eyes.
The second time, HOS was in Dallas for work and Charli said dada for the first time. Charlotte and I Skyped him that night, and just before the ended, she said dada. It doesn’t matter that we knew she wasn’t actually talking to him, but it doesn’t matter. That moment is magical. HOS had the same look on his face that he had at the sonogram.
The third time isn’t a specific instance. It’s a collection of moments when Charli is laughing, playing, singing or dancing and I catch a glimpse of HOS watching her. And he has that same look.
To this day, the way HOS looks at Charlotte still brings tears to my eyes and a smile to my lips.
I may be young, but I know I’ve seen what true love. It’s in the way HOS looks at our daughter. There can be no love greater.
Amen to that Angie, it’s heaven sent, and I’m so happy for you all.