3.15.2010

finally...

My mother recounts the story of how I used to wish for blue eyes with laughter in her deep brown eyes. When my little sister arrived, with her bright blue eyes, I was taken by them. I would gaze into the mirror and ask my mother when I would get blue eyes.

It only took thirty(+) years, but FINALLY... I got my blue eyes:

3 comments:

trailmomma said...

HA! I used to wish for blue or green too!! I despised my brown eyes but now, looking at the Peanut, brown eyes bring a whole new meaning. The little dude DOES have some sparkling beautiful eyes though . . . watch out ladies!

marla said...

Those are amazing blue eyes! It's like looking at marbles.

- Joanne O. said...

Love those eyes. . . and that lil' dude. Looking forward to see him. . . and you'll. Wesley has been asking to go see you for weeks.