They each have a color.
Some out of necessity, we thought we would need a system to tell their things apart:
McKenna- pink, Parker- blue, Hadley- purple.
Others picked favorites on their own:
Ashlyn- yellow, Sawyer- orange.
We watched the sun go down as we drove home the other day, the darkness of Spring holding off until goodnight kisses.
Recognizing their colors out of the sunset, they each found a place in the sky.
I want this for them.
To feel eye-sparkling dreamy, yet firmly planted.
To sift through their own path but feel part of most anywhere.
To love their color,
to learn when to blur and bend
and when to be bold and blazing.
To remember when they thought of themselves as part of the sunrise and the sunset.
They always will be to me.
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