Poets have written about it over the centuries. Ancient civilizations trusted this to travel by. Monarchies have used it as a sign of their wealth. They even announced the birth of the son of God.

Have you ever noticed the sparkle in a woman’s eyes? It is there when she is in a loving relationship and everything is “right” in her world. 

It’s been said the “eyes are the window to one’s soul.” This is never more true than when you look into the eyes of a woman. 

In truth, we men are the ones most responsible for diminishing that lovely, life-giving sparkle. It’s our words, our deeds, our indiscretions. It’s our pride, our selfishness, our hurtfulness. 

Most women want nothing more than to feel cherished, to feel safe, to feel adored, and to feel respected. And when they do, their eyes sparkle to rival the brightest star or the most priceless diamond. But when their trust is broken, their heart is wounded or their soul is crushed, their sparkle disappears and is replaced with a dull, black, glaze that reflects the sadness, sorrow, and hurt that they now feel deep into their core. 

I took great pride for being the one responsible for my wife’s sparkle after her previous marriage, however, “Pride goeth before ones fall.” To be authentic, to be honest, to be humble, I am now the one who is responsible for dulling my wife’s sparkle. They say, “we hurt the ones we love.” And I have hurt my wife. I have broken her trust. I have wounded her. Her sparkle is gone. And I feel and sense a loss I never knew possible.

My wife, like most women, never asked for perfection nor expected it. After all, women know that men are incapable of such. Most women in relationships, who have had their trust broken, want to forgive and want to trust again. I believe it’s their nature. I am blessed, lucky and most fortunate that she is forgiving and loves me enough to extend me grace. And now, it is up to me to help her get her sparkle back. That will take a renewed mindset, intentionality, and desire on my part. It’s up to me to show her with actions, not just words, just how invaluable she is in my life. I need to believe and she needs to see that her sparkle is more important than things as trivial as college football, my hobbies, my sports, my games, my(whatever). For once her sparkle returns, everything will be right in her world, and then I will know that everything will be right in mine.