It's rare that he is caught without them. Wide with wonder, they are constantly exploring and discoving something new.
There is that peculiar thing called a ceiling fan, the light beaming through the blinds, and street lights that pass overhead, creatures that bark, big trees and the sun above, new people that don't quite look, sound or even smell like mom or dad....... and this strange machine that they always put in my face to capture these eyes.
I wish I could see the world through them as he does. Sometimes I do get a glimpse.
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