My daughter’s favorite color is pink. Pretty common for little girls, huh? Not for me. I’ve never been a big fan of pink. No big deal, just isn’t my color of choice. Then I had a daughter and we were suddenly swimming in pink. Pink clothes, pink toys, pink blankets, pink EVERYTHING! It was a bit much for me to cope with.

It has taken over three years, but I am slowly getting used to all of the pink in my house now. About once a week my daughter will ask me what my favorite color is. I think we are both hoping that the other person has suddenly changed their mind. Nope. She still likes pink and I still like any color but pink.

Except for sunrises and sunsets. I can’t get enough of pink at those times. My daughter has figured this out and is quick to point out to me when the first blush of pink hits the sky. For just a moment, we both stop what we are doing and watch the sky change colors.
I admit I love it. I love that it’s a special time she and I share together.

Both of us enjoying the color pink.