Brown Eyed Boy

My son has impossibly dark brown eyes. I've always marveled at how strikingly dark and deep they are. So deep in fact, that I have trouble seeing his pupils. (I even told a nurse once during a my first post-tumble/possible concussion call that his pupils were not visible because his eyes were so dark.) His expressive eyes are one of my favorite things about him. I have spent hours, probably equating to full days at this point, staring into them.

Recently, when I was strapping him into his car seat after a productive outing at the big-box store, the late afternoon light hit his eyes just right....and my breath caught in my throat.

His eyes are not actually dark. I mean, they are because they look that way 99% of the time, but the actual eyes themselves are not. They are the most amazing, rich color of hot chocolate with milk. They are a leathery brown color. They are smooth and evenly saturated all the way around his little black pupils.

His eyes are beautiful in a way I never expected.

I sat there, marveling at this color I had never seen in the 2+ years I'd been staring into his eyes. He seemed amused by my open mouth gaping. We probably sat that way, a mama and son staring deeply into each others eyes in the parking lot of T2rget, for close to a minute.

You know, the most sentimental of places.

Since then, I've been trying to catch another glimpse of his true eye color, but it hasn't happened yet. Maybe it won't for a while more. But I've been thinking about that color, rolling it around in my head, since that moment.

Just one more reason Little Bug is such a beautiful child and one more reason I feel lucky to get to experience the hidden joys of being a mama.