I’ve got blue eyes – just verging towards the greener side of blue.
My husband has blue eyes too.
So there’s no prizes for guessing what colour my kids’ eyes are.
My eldest has the bluest eyes imaginable. As a baby, everyone was struck by his eyes. Complete strangers would stop us just to tell us what lovely eyes he had.
My younger son’s eyes are a little bit darker, not quite as intensely blue as his brother’s, but still most definitely blue.
My daughter’s eyes are a shade somewhere between her brothers’. The younger kids’ eyes don’t work as well as the rest of ours, so they’ve both had glasses since they were little.
Their eyes are beautiful, just like they are. But, most importantly, their eyes do an essential job. They might need glasses, but they can see.
Linking up with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers, which this week is all about eyes, aiming to raise awareness of Million Miracles.