A look toward the leash gets the dog so excited his tail whips back and forth threatening to knock over my water glass.
A look toward the outside means it's time for an afternoon stroll - getting all of us out of the house and into the fresh air for some much needed Vitamin D after the sun has been hiding for too long.
A look toward him makes me wonder how I could be lucky enough to have him in my life.
A look toward me reminds me he feels the same way.
So many things can be shared with a look.
I hope we never stop looking at each other that way.