In the chapter called "The Color of Life" Kephart asks, "What is the color of life?" Pondering this question and Ruth's prompt on naming my light, turning toward it and writing about how it makes my life beautiful,
I didn't have to look very far.
Dandelion suns drawn in the corner of the page give a false sense of hope, a hope that everyone has a rectangular house with a door in the center with a circle knob, two four-paned windows, and a red chimney spiraling a trail of smoke. But most people don't know that image is a fallacy that children draw to make them feel normal, to feel like they belong, and to feel loved.
Dandelion suns have a way of making me smile. They reflect the love in my children's eyes; they weave themselves through the memories of the tough times as well as the good ones; and they light the way for my tomorrows.
Dave is the light in my corner,
my dandelion sun,
the color of my life.
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