Hopefully everyone has experienced the "Look of Love" sometime in their lives. It usually comes as a response to kindness. It goes beyond the thank you and I appreciate what you have done for me stare.
Wednesday, I had the opportunity to be with my grandson and we did all the things he likes to do and more. The more was having a picnic lunch out on the lawn on a big old Walt Disney towel. It meant running in and out of the house around the deck and much work for grandma. That followed bringing out all the big trucks to dig with from the front garage all around to the back yard. (Three in all, with shovels and cars and you name it.) We made a road, of course. It was time to water the plants, which led to the water sprinkler, and eventually the pool, with a boat, froggies water toys and a little boy who didn't want to get out.
After the run into the house to change into warm clothing, it was bedding on the swing. An over sized pillow, on a pillow-cased covered mat, sheet and his yellow blankie. All of his favorite stuffed animals, snoopy white, pepper, and waggon to name a few. "Grandma, you forgot the radio!" he exclaimed, because they do not forget anything. Back into the house for the radio. He was in heaven, so to speak.
He lay across the swing, hammock style and grandma rocked him, and "don't stop" "more" grandma, until he finally fell asleep.
I'm not sure if the look of love came before the long nap, (the one where his little arms extend up over his head, suggesting pure comfort), or after the vanilla ice cream with blueberries. But there it was, the same one I've seen his father give me so many times before. The first time at the hospital, having received life.
Life has its rewards, mostly materials ones today, but I wouldn't trade anything for that special look that says it all. "I Love You."
One of my all time favorite songs was from "Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66" called The look of Love, (1967). Where it says something like: the look of love is saying more than words can ever say. I believe that look comes from the heart.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
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