They were blue for almost nine months, and then they turned a gorgeous green.
Just a few weeks later, a band of dark brown began to ring her iris. The amber color blossomed around her pupil, and by her second birthday, her eyes were a true hazel: blue and green and golden brown, all at once.
I don’t know when it happened, but suddenly they were brown; rich, warm and filled with laughter. Quick with anger or tears. A flash of mischief, and brimming over with love for her father, her brother and me.
She has my father’s eyes.
When she looks at me, I see nothing but sheer devotion. It is a humbling view.
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Beautiful.
She is just gorgeous
I never knew the word ‘pupil’ could be apart of such a thoughtful and beautiful sentiment.
Thanks, that was tender, and the photo is classic.
what lovely eyes.
Beautiful post and gorgeous girl!
Excellent post. I sometimes feel we have missed out on these stages with our children (we adopted, if anybody else reads this comment)… it’s the missing bit of their childhood for us.
I have blue eyes. Apparently blue eyes are weaker statistically. I have no idea…
And those lashes! So jealous!
GORGEOUS!!!!
That picture and post is so great.
I’m quite partial to big brown eyes!
They are beautiful.
I wonder what her little brother’s eyes will look like at 4.
So close, love it. Her. You.
She has beautiful eyes, just like my grandson.