The Boy and His Eyes

I took all three kids to the eye dr last week...bc we finally have decent choices of eye people.

It really wasn't a big surprise to find out that Butter is farsighted. I had seen some signs this school year...but STILL. I felt like Mother-Teacher Of The Year...bc when you are attempting to read words and work math problems you kinda need for them to be CLEAR, not blurry.

I was gazing at this pic of him in his cool new glasses and Father gently reminded me of something. And I'm so glad He did.

When we found out we were expecting a little boy, I asked Father if Butter could please have his Daddy's beautiful brown eyes. Rayray has my eyes. I wanted our son to have Daddy's eyes. And it never hurts to ask.

Well, he was born with blue eyes. He turned one with blue eyes. He turned 2...blue eyes, still. Our boy is notorious for never getting in a hurry. Never. Nada. Between ages two and three, guess what happened?!? Blue eyes turned brown. Yep, tis true. Exact same shade of brown as his daddy's.

I remember the day Father reminded me of my prayer three years earlier. I remember sitting on my bed with tears in my eyes, in awe and wonder at how Father loves me so and heard my prayer...even for something seemingly little like a baby's eye color. He waited until Butter was older so I'd KNOW it was a direct answer to this mama's prayer.

Our Boy has his daddy's eyes in more ways than just eye color, though. No, I'm not talking about how they can both be looking straight at an object and still not see it! ;)

I'm talking about eyes full of compassion. Eyes that see from the heart. Eyes that are gentle. Eyes that are kind, loving, and tender. Eyes that are accepting and non-judgmental. Eyes that are full of mercy. Eyes that are deep. Eyes that make me smile and tear-up at the same time.

Yep, he's got his Daddy's eyes...

And they both have their Father's eyes...