I walked by a sick and miserable Lucas laying on the couch. I flashed him a reassuring smile in effort to tell him that he would be alright. Somehow, through all the sick fever grime, he managed to respond with his best school picture day smile. His face and eyes lit up so bright that he almost knocked me over.

Me: My goodness, Lucas's eyes are beautiful. 
Mike: You're welcome. 

It is true; none of my husband's wonderful qualities and talents were overlooked when my boys were created. I am forever grateful.