My Father's eyes...

Being the first born, I do remember the days that my mommy and daddy were oogling at one another. It was so cute to me to see them enjoy one another. I studied their eye contact. They looked and blushed and enjoyed their young love so much, it was delightful. There were many delights that lit my father's eyes ablaze. He was a great admirer of all kinds of beauty. He could find delight in the interaction with intelligent, unintelligent, homely and painted women. He just loved people. His entire goal in life was to have his great grandma look at him as a good man. I think they did. But they were unswervingly honest. There were good men and rogues. They were sure that my father would be the latter. He tried and tried to stay true, although his emotions were not set in that direction. It surprised me when I saw the look on Fr. Manion's face talking about his mother's cookies. His eyes rolled back in his head, very much like my daddy, when he saw Yvette Mimieux or some other starlet on tv. Cookies? He looked me right in the eye, in church and he said no bakery on earth can match my mommy's cookies. First of all, he was very old and I very young. So, it was hard to imagine him having a mommy. We were delighted weekly or so with bakery cookies and my mommy could bake and cook, but the eyes that he made for these cookies is indellibly in my remembrance. I do love the look of delight on men's faces, eating and looking at things. In my meditations of these blessings of comfort that we enjoy, I think that the essence of home is the place where the twinkle in the eye meets the place where it belongs. The enjoyments have no or little negative repercutions. The closest to heaven upon the earth and the remembrances of love and treats at home are as much of God's lending Himself to us as we can stand in these mortal bodies. To look at the twinkle of the men in my life, Dad, Gramps, Dr. Lang, Mr. T., etc. are the memories that keep me motivated. maybe...