My fifteen year old daughter Kylee tells me in the middle of Christmas decorating; “I love the way he looks at you.” I look up from my red ribboned mess of an attempt at bow making and see she is talking to me. I also see her father looking my way. She is right; Steve is wearing that “look”. That “look” that tells me he loves me. 100%. As is. No questions asked. He’s always given me that look. When I was 12 and he was 13 and the very first boy to hold my hand, he had that very same look. He wore that same look when I crushed his heart and made him suffer so I could date other boys. It was that same beautiful look; but it had pain smeared all over and mixed in the middle of his love for me. At the age of twenty he wore that same look, when I at only eighteen years old, walked down the aisle of the church we grew in to tell him I do and I will. Faithful. Unfailing. Always forgiving. Loyal and steadfast. Strong, amazing, and an ever faithful provider. I am so incredibly thankful for that love filled look. Twenty-seven years later, he trusts me enough to let me see his heart in that look. He lets me know I’ve always been the one. The one he loves completely. No holding back. His one and only then and now. I am so incredibly thankful for that look. The unconditional part of Steve’s love for me, I imagine my Heavenly Father pouring down that same unconditional love on me and all His children. Day in and day out. I’m also thankful that my daughter knows what “love” looks like in that man she calls her dad. She, too, gets to peak at an earthly father who rests in the love of a Heavenly Father. Blessings, joy, and all the love that can fill a single look also be yours today.