I opened a drawer in my desk, found some old pictures and there was there were those eyes.
Those eyes are big and brown. They are the deepest, richest brown I have ever seen. They are almost black. They are the first thing everyone notices.
Those eyes are smart eyes. They are engaged, taking in everything. They see the world and how it works. They solve complex puzzles and then go in search of more challenges.
Those eyes smile at you. They sparkle, they laugh. They play and tell jokes and crave fun.
Those eyes cry too. Some of the biggest, wettest and most sincere tears I have ever known.
Those eyes belong to Littlest.
My heart belongs to him.
