I've been looking into these eyes for nearly 35 years. These are the eyes of my treasured wife, Laura. They still get me. They comfort me. They help me understand what's going on inside of her. When these eyes look deeply into my own, I know my wife is seeing more than an iris or pupil. She sees deeply inside me. If I'm honest, my eyes say more than I wish they did sometimes.
You've heard this before: the eyes are a window into the human soul. We look at someone, regardless of the depth of relationship we share, and say things like:
- "He had a smile on his face, but his eyes didn't say the same thing."
- "Her eyes lit up like a