Sight-
You had been known to be a bit of a player, someone who was always going out with young, sexy, thin blondes. Until you saw her.
Sara Sidle was not blonde, she was a deep brunette and though she was still 'young', she had little innocence about her, but she was sexy, and you knew it.
The sight of her just walking down the corridor, humming something to her self, hips wiggling, it's enough to drive you crazy.
When you'd been beaten and couldn't see, you 'saw' her there, looking after you, her simple touch enough to provide you with the ability to see. You can always see her, even in the darkness of night or the bright glare of the sun and you know you always want to see her.
One of the most beautiful sights you had even seen was him, him, your husband, holding your first child a few minutes after he had been born. The way he held the baby in one arm, the other running through your hair was enough to make you cry with happiness.
Him playing with the children in the back garden of your small home, a smiling son who looks so much like his father, a daughter that has her brown eyes and his ready smile.
Sights like that made you thankful for everything in your life, simply because you can watch your family and the beautiful sights as they grow up around you.