Eyes Truly Are a Window to the Soul

One evening earlier this summer, as we sat on our deck at sunset holding our weekly family meeting, I shared one of the things I am grateful for. I told the kids how their dad noticed that although my eyes mostly look brown, they really aren’t. He told me they change colors depending on the light, my makeup, and what I’m wearing.harry-quan-486229-unsplash

In all these years, I didn’t think anyone had ever paid any attention. All three kids piped up and essentially said, “yes, that’s right…” and our youngest offered, “right now they are green.”

I couldn’t believe it. They noticed. You have to look pretty close to realize this about my eyes but they noticed.

I always wanted green eyes. I think they are so incredibly beautiful. Now, I think it’s a stretch to say my eyes are green. I might describe them more like olive brown, maybe even mud-like the way the dark colors blend together, but hey! It’s still kinda green. I’ll take it.

It really is the little things that mean a lot. I don’t know why that is with me, but it makes me cry tears of joy, of feeling like I am known and understood.

It’s sweet and oh-so-rare.

What have you noticed this week about someone you love, something that has gone unsaid all this time? Have you told them? You just might warm their heart. Tell them.

 

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