|This week's word: Color|
As I pass by the glow of the trees in each child's bedroom,
it occurred to me how the colors of each tree captured so much about them as people:
Ms. Ava's tree is as she would say, "fancy nancy":
a tree that is all flash, glitz, excitement.
Her pink tinsel tree is adorned with feathers, glitter and a sense of style that screams past her three years, and all of my twenty eight years combined.
But...then again, so does she
Mr. Owen's tree is about as traditional as they come:
red and green, nutcrackers, planes, and candy canes.
The tree speaks to every christmas past and everything that is holy and good about the season.
My sensitive son, he speaks of that for humanity.
He is the reason I have hope for things to come, and the reason I desperately hold on to what has past.
so each night, I creep by their sleeping rooms, and bask in the colors of their little souls,
warming the night.