I sat down at the beginning of the week to write this post thinking it would be easy only to find it made me feel anxious. I decided to stop because the anxiety was getting to me and I found it hard to sit still. I went about the week as normal until yesterday when I knew I needed to hunker down and write. There it was again… the anxiety welling up inside me with no intention of stopping, overflowing until I couldn’t handle it anymore.
I had never thought about what the color red meant until this week and as February 1st quickly approached I remembered that this was the month. The month that exactly one year ago we found out about Elliott’s heart. It’s the month our lives changed forever and although everything is wonderful right now the pain and the emotion of that time still sits at the surface and creeps up on me when I least expect it to. So I thought… what is red?
Red is bold
Red is brave
Red is intense
Red is beautiful
Red is the warmest of colors
Red is a representation of life… the blood that flows through our body.
Red resembles love
… and the heart.
And did I mention he looks stinkin’ adorable in the color red?!