Baby's got blue eyes
Like a deep blue sea
On a blue blue day...
My son turned five months old over the weekend. I'm still not prepared -- even though I was warned repeatedly -- for just how fast the days quickly pass and become a happy blur of milestones, slobber, and coochie-coo's.
He's old enough now that his vision can track me in and out of a room, be it by sight or by hearing my voice. And when our eyes lock, recognition brings a smile from him that could melt butter. He had me at "hewwo".
Eyes truly are the windows to the soul -- and in his, I see my past, present and future all rolled up into one.
The top photo was taken yesterday, and yes, his eyes really are that blue. The eye color wasn't digitally altered. Only the black and white surrounding it was. The bottom photo is of the only other eye(s) ever known to turn me into a blubbering mound of radiant goo, those of my son's daddy (from a former 'eye project ' submission).
I don't know what I did to deserve the love of two such wonderful boys, but I can guarantee you that I thank God daily for it. I've finally found my zen.