"'Cause, Blue Eyes, you are all that I need. 'Cause, Blue eyes, you're the sweet to my mean."
"Blue Eyes" - Cary Brothers

"She has your eyes."

Tara looked down at the little bundle of fuzzy pink sleeping in her arms and thought it was impossible to feel more love than she felt in that second. "She's perfect, Ben," she whispered back in amazement. They were both in awe of their daughter. "Looking at her, I would swear that anything is possible. She could be prime minister or footballer or a doctor or a singer."

"Or a prima ballerina like her mommy," he murmured affectionately, reaching down unnecesarily to rearrange Samantha's blanked around her tiny shoulders. "I had no idea it would be this good. Any of it, when you told me that we were going to have a baby, I couldn't have imagined how awesome it'd feel."

She couldn't help but smile up at her husband in agreement. Two years into marriage had given them their happiest day together yet, all thanks to a plastic applicator with a plus sign. "I know what you mean," she replied softly. "I think about it all the time. When we first started out all those years ago, you were just some goofy boy in my dance classes. And now, you're my most important person in the world."

"Second most," he corrected gently. "I think she has my nose. And my fingers, definitely my fingers. She's going to have your hair. I hope she has your smile."

"I hope she has your feet," Tara added with a grin. She'd always been plagued by her feet and how they'd negatively impacted her natural turnout. "And I hope she has your love for life, your eternal optimism and way of always seeing the best in people."

"Well, I hope little Sam here has your way of seeing the world, the way you can still believe in magic and whimsy, even after everything," he declared. "She's going to be all the best of us, T. Our girl, she's gonna change the world."

Tara looked back down at her daughter and couldn't help but smile sadly. All of their friends had visited when she'd been born three days ago. Ethan and Abigail had flown in from Moscow, Kat had come from New York and Christian and his new wife had made the trip from Vienna. Ollie and Grace had flown in from Paris and London respectively. Even Ms. Rayne had managed to make it by the hospital to visit two of her favorite ex-students. However, even between all the friends and family that had filled her hospital room, Tara had known that there was always one missing. She still missed him every day.

"I hope that she has the pure love of dance from her namesake," Tara decided aloud. "Or whatever she decides that she wants to do with her life, I hope that she has the same passion that Sammy did."

"You're missing him, huh?"

"He would have loved being an uncle."

Ben rested one hand on her shoulder and then the other on the blanket their daughter was wrapped in. "She gets to have him as a guardian angel instead, and I think that's still a pretty good deal," he told her. He would have gladly given that up to have Sammy back with them as well, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Instead, he was going to just have to compromise with God and take what they had been given. "And I think he would have liked that we picked Ollie and Kat to be the godparents. They'll make sure that Sam knows all about him."

"Oh, Benster, so sappy and sentimental now that you're a daddy," she teased him, turning her head slightly to meet his lips with a brief kiss. She gazed back down at their daughter and smiled again. "We did good."

And when Ben slipped behind her in the chair a moment later and wrapped his arms around his family, Tara learned that it was possible to feel more love than that moment. It was a lesson she'd continue to learn a million times over.