Random Thought of the Day

When I was a little kid, I used to think blue eyes were beautiful. Both my sister and I wished we had blue eyes. I always pictured myself marrying a blue eyed man, and I was oddly proud of having a blue eye gene that would give me a chance of having a blue eyed kid.
Now I have a very different view of blue eyes. Those very light blue eyes seem icy cold and steely. The brilliant blue eyes that you can see from across the room, are startling.
After years of looking into my husband’s loving brown eyes, I see the softness of brown eyes. Dark eyes draw me in and melt away the cold. Now am proud to have beautiful brown eyes.
Thank you to my husband for always reminding me that I’m beautiful.