But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary. – Thomas Mann
All my life I have been complimented on my eye color. Strangers have asked me more than once if my eyes were real. As opposed to what, I’m not sure. They must have thought I was wearing colored contacts. My eyes are blue. Sometimes they are unbelievably blue depending on the color of the sky, my disposition or what I am wearing. I have only met two other people with eyes as blue as mine… my father and my son.
According to a Boston Globe articlewritten in 2006, blue eyes have become increasingly rare among American children, with only one out of every six or 16.6%, which is 49.8 million out of 300 million (22.4% of white Americans) of the total United States population having blue eyes.
Of course, I realize that Lucas’ eye color can still change at any time. My mother used to say that she was blond haired and blue-eyed until she was five and then magically, mysteriously she turned into a brown-eyed brunette.
Something tells that he’s going to stay blue.
The best is yet to be.
I wrote this post for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop – Prompt #3: The most unbelievable blue eyes you’ve ever seen.