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.Hank bent to kiss her and slipped the tiny bundle of new life into her arms.Guiding her hands, he showed her their son’s fingers and toes, whispering, “Have you ever seen anything so tiny and perfect?”As they stripped their baby naked, Hank painted pictures with words so Carly could see everything in her mind’s eye.There was such love in his voice as he described their son’s bowed legs, his swollen belly, the umbilical cord, and his wrinkled little face.He said each word with such heartfelt devotion and tenderness.Carly wondered now how she ever could have believed this man might not want her because she was less than perfect.A lovely warmth filled her, and with an exhausted sigh, she let her eyes fall closed.She had known all her life that she would see only for a time and then go blind again in her later years.Never, though, had she imagined that she would be able to face the eventual return of blindness with such peace.With Hank at her side, she would never really be blind again.His eyes were hers, just as he’d vowed.When they grew old, they would take walks at sunset, and she’d be able to see everything.His gift to her—pictures painted with words.Love wasn’t about easy, according to Hank.It was about sticking through thick and thin.He would always be with her, unless death took him first, and even then, Carly knew she’d never be left in complete darkness again.She would have the love of this man to light her way [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]