the colour red

I am beginning to like red more and more in life. It makes a statement. It's bold and bright. It catches people's eyes and demands their attention.

It's the colour of my new super-soft and fuzzy robe from Costco that I just bought. No good reason to buy it (other than the worn-through patches on my robe from highschool days). Just felt like a fuzzy warm treat. And it's brought me comfort and joy.

It's also the colour of Christmas, which is quickly approaching. Costco triggered that for me as well. I'm so excited about it this year because Natty finally understands and is super-excited for Christmas "to come to his house." I believe I'll be giddy with excitement this year watching Natty drink in the sights, smells, tastes, sounds, and feelings of Christmas. This is what they are talking about when they say having children lets you relive your childhood experiences!

It's the colour of Dan's truck that came rolling in the driveway tonight just after dinner: in enough time to have a little play with Isaac, and fun evening of wrestling and laughter with Natty. It's so wonderful having him home again, making our family whole. Existing in a parallel-reality to what we know day in and day out. Imagining in my mind that this will be my re-established reality in due time.

But what is the most cherished thing tonight that is the colour red? The letters on the sticker spelling out SOLD on our sign on the front lawn.