Colour Blind

Last week life was feeling as though it were several shades of gray.

It may have had something to do with the copious amounts of laundry camping always creates.

It may have had something to do with The Agronomist leaving on Sunday not to return until Friday.

It may have had something to do with the two younger girl's room being in limbo.

It may have had something to do with it being my birthday.

It may have had something to do with my attitude.

I was choosing to be colour blind,

and realized my Life was anything but gray once I decided to really look for the colours.

I realized I just needed to open my eyes and take notice.

It was unbelievable how rainbow hues began to pop out at me from every corner.

Much like, when buying a new car, all you seem to see is the

 same make and model at every set of lights.

I needed to look past life's gray smudges, and focus on the colour beneath instead.

I needed to appreciate the saturated sights and smells.

I needed to look up

at the vibrant streamers quietly hung for my birthday, while I slept in.

And I needed to thank The Agronomist for the painted Fuschia drawers;

as I think I've found the colour of love.

 I needed to remember to say yes to bubbles.

Did you know they make all of life's grays float away?

And I learned to enjoy the saturated jewel toned pillows... as they offered up nap perfection. 

Here's to living life with intensity and appreciation.

Here's to using crayons instead of pencils.

Here's to living life in full colour,

and allowing the gray to be washed away.

I am red, ORANGE, green, blue,

Blessed.

     XO