Life is green poop, milky-white spit-up, and faint blue lines on a diaper indicating clear urine. It's a splotchy, ruddy face that changes from peach to red as it smiles and cries. It's the silver-brown eyes of Avonlea as she soaks in everything. It's staring at a black screen filled with fuchsia, lime, aqua, and lemon lines that represent delineated water sheds and their drainage areas. It's the mind-numbing snow white of an Excel background and the faint grey lines that separate individual shells. It's the red-hot temperatures in the haze of summer. It's the deep greens of a jalapeno plant and the dirty oranges of uprooted carrots, the daffodil yellows of squash and the crisp violets of petunias. It's the off-white paper and straight-edged text of
The Heroes. It's the impossibly dark crimson of blood as it's freely given away routinely for no reason other than it's a good thing to do. It's the pale streetlights shining through midnight window blinds and the sunrise turning the sky into a melting pot of colors.
Life is a wonderful adventure and every person I encounter is a character in a book. I am blessed beyond reason, loved undeservedly, and filled with joy. I am blown away by a God of impossibilities and reminded with every color I see how great a Creator He is. Life is amazing and I would change nothing if I could.
