You were 15. You wore khakis with suspenders and looked like you just stepped out of A River Runs Through It. I was 12 and smitten. I watched you from across the room, amazed that God actually created me my own personal Brad “Pitt”. I was taken by everything that you were, the preppy clothes, the amazing smile, but mostly..it was the eyes. The most perfect deep blue I had ever seen.
I couldn’t get over your eyes.
debilitating crush friendship with you began with my first look into those eyes.
Years and lot’s of diary entries later I stared into those eyes as you beat around the bush to tell me that you saw something in me. I couldn’t even believe that my dreams were coming true. No one could be that lucky. But I was. You grabbed my hand and have never let go. We dreamed and planned and quite literally, grew up together.
I couldn’t believe that someone else saw the world (at least the most important things) exactly the way that I did. You had vision like no one I had ever met. As I began to see the world through your eyes, my world changed. You had a perspective of God and people that was fresh, grace-filled and gave me hope.
Over the years, I’ve watched as people who have hurt you circle back around. I hated how you always saw the good in them still. I’d try to remind you, warn you that the hurt was gonna come again, because these people couldn’t be trusted. But you still saw something in them. Something that I couldn’t. And you proved me wrong again and again. I wanted to protect you from future hurt, to defend your honor. But you didn’t care abou any of that. Relationship wins. And I couldn’t understand eyes like that, eyes that could see good in people who didn’t really deserve it.
There’s just something about your eyes.
And then I saw those eyes looking into mine. How could you still see me like that? But you did.
You used those same deep blue eyes to see in me what I couldn’t see. To call the best out of me when I was at my worst. You saw me, you chose me, you loved me. I still couldn’t understand eyes with that much grace, eyes with that much hope, eyes that stared into my heart long enough to see the gold, hidden and buried deep.
And then I realized where you got those eyes.
It seems fitting as we stand hand in hand with adventure before us that I get to trust those eyes once again…and the One who gave them to you.
Happy Birthday to my best friend. You hold my heart. Your eyes have my mine- the future awaits.