My Eyes are Green for Him

He told me that my eyes are green for him, blue for the boys and grey when I'm angry. But they are  only green for him. He said that a couple of months ago after I had commented, to myself, on seeing a picture he had taken of me.

Huh, my eyes are green.

I've always thought that my eyes were an odd color, nondescript really. Not quite blue, not quite grey, not quite green, sort of an unusual amalgamation of the three. They're a lot like water, only reflecting whatever color I happen to be wearing at the time.

From the beginning he's always liked my eyes, because they are happy eyes. And they are, because they reflect the happiness, the gladness and the thankfulness I feel having him in my life as my husband. They will continue to be happy, and green, every time I look at him.

Happy Anniversary, Dear.

November 18, 1989