eyes

I have a confession to make...

when the beautiful boy was born

I was a bit freaked by his eyes.

Because babies have blue eyes, right?

I just had that idea in my head 

because all the babies I've ever known have had blue eyes.

They change later,

I know that,

but they tend to be a shade if bluey-grey at birth.

I'm not sure why I thought this, but I did.

And then the little guy was born

with the most amazing and beautiful chocolatey brown eyes.

Which at the time, I thought, made him extra special.

But it turns out babies are born with all sorts of different coloured eyes.

Lots are bluey-grey, yes. As was my experience thus far.

But lots are brown or green or hazel or grey too.

Not that this makes my baby's eyes any less special you understand.

His eyes are simply the most beautiful on the planet.

They are a wonderful mix of the hubby and me.

His perfect eyes are big like mine and the same shape as mine too.

They have his daddy's long eye lashes.

And are brown like his too, but a different brown.

It's like he took the best bits from us both 

and then added a bit of something all his own.

Perfection.

His eyes tell me everything that I need to know,

just like his daddy's do.

They tell me when he's happy or excited,

tired or poorly,

angry or confused.

My husband has never been one for great romance

and grand gestures.

But I can tell by the look in his eye

that he loves me,

adores our son

and would fight for our life together with all he has.

And lately the little guy gets a little look in his eye

that looks a lot like his daddy,

when it's late and he's tired

and I'm giving him a cuddle.

And it sure looks a lot like love to me.