(Brown) eyes have it!
I have brown eyes… very dark brown. Brown skin, brown hair, brown eyes. Unrelenting brown-ness. That’s me.
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And in the way of women the world over, I have always wished for something OTHER than what I have. I wished for blue eyes. Or green. Or grey. Pretty much anything except brown. Muddy, boring brown. I dreamed of contact lenses (the ones I don’t need to actually see any better) that would alter my eyes to something lighter and more glamorous.
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My husband has blue eyes. Glorious blue that can go a bit green when his mood changes. The kind that catch your eye clear across a smoky pub when you are least expecting it. And my mother has huge cornflower hued peepers – the kind that can nail you to the spot when she’s cranky, or suffuse you with happy warmth when she’s proud. Expressive.
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So I kinda thought my offspring had a chance at catching the blue-eyed gene. Surely. Dash actually did have beautiful navy blue eyes for many months, then grey, then finally, at about age two, brown. Huge, twinkly, light brown. Expressive.
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TLW was more certain with her iris colour. Brown baby. Just like Mum. But she had dimples so I got distracted from my yearning for blue-eyed babies.
TLW was more certain with her iris colour. Brown baby. Just like Mum. But she had dimples so I got distracted from my yearning for blue-eyed babies.
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Then, a few days ago, when my neice was visiting, I decided to take some photos of the three kids together. The adore each other, these three.
Salina was a constant in Dash’s life from the very beginning – visiting when he was sick and regularly ever since. She’s kinda like a big sister – bossy and loving and filled with energy.
(Note to Jeanie: Big sisters are cool).
And she has amazing brown eyes.. Salina’s eyes were the very first thing I noticed about her at birth. And I mean literally AT BIRTH. I was there (a huge honour and incredible introduction to one’s very first niece) and she arrived with those huge brown-black eyes open. I was smitten from the very start.
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Then I noticed the eyes these cousins shared. Not muddy or boring.
But brown velvet, warm coffee and deep amber. 
Full of the promise of love and laughter and challenges and broken hearts…
And expressive!
And twinkly…
Why can boys never take things seriously…
this one at least!
He’s the class clown… can you tell??
Brown baby!!
It’s the new blue…
BB
PS It’s pretty groovy in horses too!
8 Comments
jeanie
Gorgeous – thanks – and I KNOW big sisters can be good fun. Hey Sisco? Cheers, Pancho.
Jenni
I have blue eyes that look a little greener at times. I always wanted a blonde little girl with brown eyes. Actually, I almost commented the other day that TLW looks very much like the little girl who made me wish for a brown eyed girl with blonde hair. My three youngest all had blonde hair when they were younger and all of my kids have beautiful brown eyes like their daddy. One of the things that attracted me to Danny was his eyes. I’ve learned that it really isn’t the color that makes someone’s eyes beautiful, it’s the kindness behind them. They really are the windows to the soul. It isn’t the window that is so lovely, it’s the view.
debby
It doesn’t matter whether their eyes are blue or brown or green. Your children, yours and Jeanie’s both, are adorable.
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Thanks girls… I know colour is irrelevant to beauty of course, and that my kids are gorgeous (hell, if I don’t think so, who will?). But I still adore blue eyes (after all I married a blue-eyed boy). You always covet what you haven’t yourself…
Jeanie – I suspect Sisco and Pancho both had brown eyes… is there some significance there!!!???
We will explore that allocation of characters (either in your blog or mine) at some later stage.
I really wanted to put Van Morrison’s Brown-Eyed Girl as a sound bite with this post… but I have no idea how that works. It’s my favourite song ever… so I can’t mind having mud pies so much, after all.
Your Brown Eyed “Girl”
BB
baby~amore'
what gorgeous ‘brown’ eyes – they have it all and all are adorable.
The Brave
Nothing wrong with brown eyes -love them. Deep, dark and delicious.
Raising Country Kids
My first two came out like their mama – deep brown eyes and black lashes. The youngest two are blue-eyed like their daddy.
I used to have a preference, but motherhood erased it.
Intkhab Ch
GREAT POST