I love pink.
I see it everywhere.

It’s my favorite color. 
but it wasn’t always my favorite color.
I used to hate pink. 
I loved black and blue
and call those that liked pink too girly
and mean. 

but there was one pink girl in my life,
my Mimi. 

she wore pink every time she could. 
she wore pink lipstick every day. 
at her funeral, we put pink roses in her casket
that I kept before it was closed for forever. 

After I felt her cross necklace rest on my chest,
everything changed. 
and as I processed the grief,
I started to see pink everywhere. 
I still see it everywhere. 
And always will.

But even before,
When I was little,
my mom told me my dad would paint the sky pink for me,
from heaven. 
I believe it. 

When I worshiped and prayed in camp,
I closed my eyes,
physically feeling Jesus holding my hand,
while I pray for guidance. 
I open my eyes to see
worship lights covering the room with pink. 

pink isn’t just for “girly girls”
and clique-y mean girls,
it’s also for those that see
a personal, deeper meaning. 
those that see it as a color of love across all. 

I see it everywhere.
I love pink.