Hazel eyes: I had them before Kelly Clarkson
My mom came out to visit a few weeks ago, and we were standing in the sun when Ben suddenly exclaimed, “Holy crap, you have the same eyes!” I knew it already, but it was fun to hear him say it (hope it didn’t weird him out too much, though). Ben took a photo:
The sun was really bright, hence the faces. Well, mine anyway.
I like having multi-colored eyes. There’s a dark green band on the outer edge of the iris and a starburst of golden brown around my pupils. In between is a medium green that battles with the brown starburst for real estate on a daily basis.
My mom’s father had similar green/brown eyes, though he was colorblind and insisted that he had blue eyes (and blond hair, though it was really gray). Interestingly, none of my Mom’s eight sisters have our hazel eyes —the oldest two have blue eyes and the other five inherited my grandmother’s brown eyes. What are the odds?
If I weren’t already an unemployed writer, I think I’d be a geneticist.
