Transfixed

Transfixed I lay, studying the shadows on my sleeping daughter's face.
What rarer beauty is there than that of your child.
The curve of her cheekbone, the slope of her chin.
A face, perfect in repose.
This, this is the beauty that matches the song my heart sings when I think of her.

Convicted

I was convicted today at church. I was watching two girls who were obviously best friends. I watch as they hung on each other's words. A smile on their faces as they listened to each other. Whispering in each other's ears, joy and laughter on each face as they heard a joke or observation. I marveled at the purity of the love they have for each other. 

My conviction stems from this:  When did I start treating my wife less as my best friend, and more as a "life partner"?  Why don't I have a smile, hanging on her words?  I'll never leave her, want always to be by her side. When did I stop whispering in her ear, looking for the joy on her face. 

God, thank you for convicting me this way on Valentine's Day.