The baby would be born and Bil would claim vehemently that he/she had blue eyes, as newborns are wont to do. But each time, the baby's eyes would invariably change to brown, rather quickly. So quickly that I don't really believe they were ever blue. It was just a trick of lighting or Bil's very strong wishful thinking. Bil would look into their giant, beautiful, dark eyes and swear they were still blue, that there was a chance, but I knew better.
All three of my darling children have Bil's big, brown eyes.
And I couldn't be happier for it.
One of these things is not like the others.....
Years ago, I was teaching a Sunday School lesson at church, when I looked out into the sea of faces and I latched onto a pair of big, warm, brown eyes filled with kindness. When the owner of those eyes approached me and chatted me up, I was instantly smitten. Bil, he said his name was, and he made me feel good, comfortable, accepted, all because of those eyes. The smile didn't hurt any, either.
There have been a few people over the years who have mentioned that Bil has kind eyes, and they are right. In my husband's case, I agree that the eyes are the window to the soul. When I look into his eyes, I see understanding, acceptance, and caring.
And now I have three beautiful children with the very same eyes; beautiful,brown eyes that are full of joy, adventure, mischief, and most, importantly, love.