In Their Eyes


I looked into her eyes and they told me she was the one I wanted to spend life with.

I guess my eyes said the same thing because we started spending this life together. 

Life together meant that I couldn't imagine life without her. In this world and the ones to follow. It also meant that most days she would send me pictures of puppies because she wanted one.

So one day we bought a puppy. And one day I decided to look into the puppy's eyes.

His eyes told me there was more to him than meets the eye. There was intelligence there. There was love there. And love isn't only of this world. So I knew we'd meet again in the worlds to follow.

My current world was turned upside down the day my wife told me she was pregnant. I was in shock. Then I was excited. Then I was nervous.

And then I finally got to hold my beautiful daughter.

One day she opened her eyes and I looked into them. They were bigger than I imagined. They were a deep blue, like the pacific ocean.

I saw hunger in those eyes. I saw curiosity too.

And I hope she saw the love in my eyes.

And then she pooped.

Keep on Fighting


She was pregnant. Due in less than a week. I was sick. Sick again for the second time in two weeks.

My wife and I were out for lunch. I was trying to act like a normal human. I’m sure my wife was too. I can’t image what she was going through at 9 months pregnant. Women are strong.

Me on the other hand, I could feel the fatigue. Could feel the muscle aches. I was panicking. What if I was too sick to take care of my wife and new child? All I wanted was to be there for them.

I needed to use the restroom. I hobbled down the stairs. Tried to get the sickness out of me.

On my way back there was a little girl and her dad on the stairs. She was maybe a couple years old. She was in my way, but I didn't mind. She was super cute, and I was too tired to be annoyed.

She was repeating something, but I couldn't make out the words. 

"Keep on fighting", her father said. "I'm not sure why she keeps saying that."

”Keep on fighting,” the little girl said again. 

I smiled and scooted past her.

Keep on fighting. I needed to hear that. Maybe my wife needed to hear it. Maybe you do too. Maybe that's why it's stuck with me. Thank you little girl.

I was waiting for the right time to tell my wife about it. Keeping it in my back pocket for the perfect moment.

A couple days later my wife told me she was feeling off. I told her this story.

That was the day she went into labor.