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A Stormy Day

This morning, I slowly opened my eyes to see curly, blond hair on the pillow next to mine. My little, cuddle buddy had decided to crawl into bed with me once again. It has been awhile since he's done that. Usually, he is looking for mischief while his mother still snoozes away.

In the other room, I could hear Grumpy playing peek-a-boo with Sneezy. Sneezy had been wailing his distress about being confined in his jail and Grumpy had decided to take pity on him. I could hear his little laughs every time Grumpy said, "Boo!"

Grumpy eventually brought Sneezy into my room and all three of them were in bed with me. Happy wanted to hold the baby, so I let him. I turned to look at the sweet picture they made. My mouth fell open as I looked into Happy's eyes and then Sneezy's. Sneezy's eyes were the blue eyes of a baby. Happy's eyes....weren't.

I was surprised and dismayed at the same time. Where had the time gone? How could I not have seen that Happy's eye color had changed? They weren't the blue eyes of a baby any longer. As I looked closer, I realized they were green and blue with a little gray mixed in. The color that my husband romantically calls A Stormy Day. They were my eyes. It was quite disconcerting to see my eyes staring back at me, but there they were.

A little while later, I asked Happy to come to me so I could look at his eyes again. I wanted to make sure, I guess. I took his little face in my hands and as I studied his eyes, he rolled them around and then announced, "I want some breakfast. I want chocolate pudding."

I smiled and said, "Okay."

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