Letter 10

Dear Shea,
I've been trying to figure out what color your eyes are. Mine are green. At least, I'm convinced they are green. My drivers license says they are green too; never mind that's because I filled out the paperwork to say so. Your father thinks they are blue with a yellow rim. Blue and yellow make green, so I don't know why he hasn't just accepted that proves my eyes are green. Plus, his father is colorblind, and I think that means when Papa and I disagree on what color something is, it only shows he too is colorblind.
Lincoln and Papa's are pretty obvious. Mesmerizing blue. Actually, your papa has blue-gray eyes and Lincoln has blue-light blue eyes. It's like looking into a kaleidoscope of a dozen different shades of blue. Let's just say, staring contest are not difficult with either of them.
Your eyes aren't blue or green. Or brown for that matter. Or hazel. Is hazel even a color? I always thought hazel came from a hazelnut shell. In that case, it's kind of a brown, amber color. Of course, perception of color depends on viewing conditions. My eyes always look more green when wearing a green shirt (hence it being my favorite color to wear) and lightening makes a difference too. Anyway, the more I look at your eyes, the more I think they are.... perfect. A gray blue with a ring of yellow. (But not to be confused with green, of course) =)

"The eye speaks with an eloquence and truthfulness surpassing speech. It is the window out of which the winged thoughts often fly unwittingly. It is the tiny magic mirror on whose crystal surface the moods of feeling fitfully play, like the sunlight and shadow on a still stream." Henry Theodore Tuckerman

Shea, with your scope eyes, I love you.