It may seem like a trivial topic but colors help define the way we relate to the world. We all have our own definitions for everything. Our unique experiences create our likes and dislikes. Maybe you love the rusty reds because it reminds you of your childhood home. Maybe you love navy because it represents a well worn sweater from your grandfather.
What does Green mean to me?
* It's a food: Rylee is officially, a professional eater. We have successfully tried sweet potato, banana, oatmeal and rice. A few days ago, I mushed up some Avocado confident she would enjoy it as much as I do. Please glance at the picture. You can see that her reaction was not of satisfaction; her tongue shot back out, her eyes closed and a frown emerged. If she could have, she would have said, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" We tried avocado three days in a row and got the same exact reaction each time.
Today, I propped Rylee up in her feeding chair and steamed fresh peas. The green brightened in the pot and when I pureed them, the substance reminded me of a substance from Rufio's food fight in Peter Pan. I stood in front of her with a grin that was intended to hide my fear. "Please like this," I whispered between my wide flat grin. One spoonful and she stopped, swallowed and giggled. "HURRAY!" I flew my arms in the air, danced around the kitchen and prepared the next spoonful.
Green is nourishment.
* It is a frog: Where would life be without kermit? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpiIWMWWVco
Green is important like a mountain.
* It's hearing a too intimate conversation: "My dad told your dad, that you were a pistol. Not only is that true but you are beautiful too." That is extremly cute and hey, who wouldn't want to be called a pistol? As a outsider, however, I cringe and turn green and get a little bit ... Okay. Okay. OKAY. we get it. She is ammmmazing.
* Sunday Night Football: Let's be honest, until I met Doug I barely knew what "fumble" meant. There wasn't a color in the world that related to football. I barely knew it existed. When we were first living together, Doug pulled out two jerseys on a Sunday night and smiled "J.E.T.S." I raised my eyebrows, made some guacamole, put on the XXL Jersey as a dress, pulled a book from the shelf (just in case I got really bored) and listened to the man of my dreams decode a foreign language.
Colors evolve.
* A Crap Hole: We are officially house hunting. This is a huge and intimidating and freaky step. As a writer and an electrician with an infant, saving for that "perfect" home has been a wonderful but grueling process. We drove around looking at vacant homes, their neighbors and the town. Rylee was sleeping. We took turns jumping out of the car, walking around the house and popping back in the car. It sorta went like this:
1. Shut Car Door.
2. Peer In House.
3. Walk Back.
4. Try To Talk With Eyes.
5. Shut Car Door.
6. "Nope."
7. "You look."
8. Repeat steps 1-6.
Then we saw this little green house. The mailbox stuffed with garbage, the stones on the pathway lifting up, an air conditioner built into the wall...
We repeated steps 1-5 but instead of "nope" we both said "maybe." While this might not be the home we end up buying, it was the first house that we both could imagine turning into our home.
Pale green = Hope.
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Find the color of your day,
A
P.S. To quote Kermie... Stand out like "flashy sparkles in the water."
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