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Eye-Opening

Updated: Jul 27

When is the last time that you had a chance to take a look in the mirror? And I am not talking just a quick glance. No, sweet friends; I mean a true, sincere moment of reflection deep into your eyes. Your innermost soul.

To be honest, most days, I tend to steer clear of mirrors. Minus the time needed to splash some water on my face and add a little shimmer to my eyes and lips. To cover up the undereye circles, haunting me each-and-every morning. Otherwise, those glances are just a stern reminder of how tired I sometimes feel as a woman, especially as a mother, more often than not, trying to keep up with the juggling act.


But above those dark circles, lie two telling features of any given soul. The eyes. The one characteristic that differentiates us in the greatest way from all other beings on Earth. They are the truth-keepers. The emotion-tellers. The soul-searchers. The silent communicators.

The one part of our body that can give us away, totally-and-completely, in an instant. Accompanying our smiles like tiny half-moons. Filled with tears during moments of heartbreak. Hollowing during times of despair. Our first line of communication upon any initial interaction; silent or vocal.

My eyes? Blue. Usually. You see, beautiful souls, my eyes give me away in a heartbeat. My mood. My energy level. My spirit. Changing colors. Deep grey; solemn. Green; emotional. Bright blue; fulfilled.


And Saturday morning, after finally feeling a sense of calm creep its way back into our lives (for the time-being, at least), after a good bout of uneasiness…blue. Shining, crystal blue. And I couldn’t hide it. The turquoise glimmers immediately forced a smile to sweep across my cheeks. Because, for the first time in several months, I genuinely felt content. Relaxed. Happy…

~running-on-five-hours-of-interrupted-sleep,-but-ready-to-take-on-the-day h.a.p.p.y.

~hot-tea-and-biscuits-for-breakfast h.a.p.p.y.

~coloring-and-cuddling-all-morning-with-three-sweet-babes h.a.p.p.y.

~chili-in-the-crockpot-and-(chocolate-chip)-banana-bread-in-the-oven h.a.p.p.y.

~finally-at-peace-with-our-major-decision-making h.a.p.p.y.

~the-playroom-is-o.r.g.a.n.i.z.e.d.-(even-for-24-hours) h.a.p.p.y.

~too-cold-to-go-outside-so-we’re-hangin’-in-our-pj’s h.a.p.p.y.

Our eyes tell our life story like nothing else. A past we may want to disappear. A secret we long to share. A future building with excitement and hope. A true reflection of the depths of our soul.


I know reality doesn’t have these blue eyes shining forever day-in-and-day-out. Those period of grey will ultimately sneak back in. Accompanied by moments of green. But for now, I am filled with gratitude. Knowing that being happy is something I am allowed to feel, without anxiety casting a shadow over it. Piece of mind. And a full heart. Preparing to hold on to these shining baby-blues for as long as possible.

This post is part of ember grey’s “Grateful Heart Mondays” linkup.

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