Assurance Bob Spencer It isn't really all that deep and doesn't require lots of words. Sometimes it's a quick pat on the butt as I pass by you. Other times it's the look of pain I catch in your eyes when you see me hurting. It's that silly eye-squinting-holding-back-that- laugh-you-know-you-want-to-laugh look when my eyes go all big when you catch be goofing up. How often I was not asleep when you came in and pulled the covers up on me like I really mattered. Remember when I slipped on the ice and you screamed louder than I did? I saw you looking at me with your hand across your mouth choking back tears while I stared at the sleeping child and gently kissed him good- night. Or the absolute trust I saw when you told me things it would have killed you to tell your other friends. You stood firm and stopped your mother cold when she criticized our decisions in our own house. I knew the gift was real because your eyes gave it long before it left your hands. No. I won't demand you to tell me you love me. I know what I see.