Somewhere out there, about 12-15 years in the future, a somewhat awkward middle-school girl is doodling in her notebook and wondering if anyone is ever going to think she is really beautiful. She's wondering if he'll want to marry her and dreaming about what he'll look like. She's hoping that, by some chance, he'll have beautiful blue eyes.
Rest assured, sweetie. He does.
Someday those eyes are going to be only for you, but for now, they light up for me.
I'll take good care of him for you until it's your turn.