The Colors in My Life

In honor of Black History month, I'm re-posting something I wrote a year ago at this time.  I continue to be amazed at the range of colors God paints His children. 

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   "COLORED PEOPLE" (title borrowed from the Newsboys)

February is black history month.  Which got me thinking about the African-American people in my life.   And I realized something. 

They're not really black. 

According to the Valspar color chart, my friend Sandra is Cherry Chocolate.  My friend Yvonne is English Tea Party. 

Our nephew's wife is definitely Au Lait Ole (love that name.)  Here she is with our nephew, who I think is Cinema Screen.

They'll have beautiful children.  (2013 update:  they've since had a boy - here he is.)

 

Clearly, even within races, people are different colors. 

Within families, too.

Another nephew married a woman from Thailand.  According to Valspar, she's Prairie Dance.  Which suits her.  Fresh and graceful. 

Here she is with our nephew, who I believe is Bread Basket.

Their two-year old is China Moon.  How cute is that? 

I matched up my own offspring.      

In the Valspar palette, our oldest son is March Breeze.  His fiancee (now wife) is Lilac.  Interestingly, both spring shades.     

Our daughter, who carries mostly our Irish blood, is Pressed Blossoms. 

When our youngest son (who most strongly carries my Cherokee blood) was a kid, his sister decided he was the color of a hot dog.  

I thought he was more of a graham cracker.  

Turns out...he's Picnic Basket!  When he tans in the summer, he's Cowboy Boots.  

His wife is Edelweiss.   

More beautiful children.

My husband is Desert Travels.  I'm Asiago.  Apparently, sand and cheese produce wind, flowers, and wicker.  Who knew.
 
We all have a color.  Sometimes, it even changes.  

Look closely... 

This sports card was given to me by our youngest son, who was about ten at the time.  I think it was a birthday gift.

We howled because the head is so fitting, literally.  Also because I've never been viewed as an athlete, and here I am, playing basketball with the Bullets.  HA!!

On my husband's birthday, he got a card too...

It struck me later - a lot later - that our pale heads were on darker bodies.   

It wasn't important for our youngster to match arm skin with face skin.  He needed size to match, and maybe angle.  Color wasn't a factor.

I love that about these cards.

They hang on the refrigerator and often catch the eyes of guests.  Guests don't notice the mismatched body suits either.  They chuckle at the goofy heads on professional athletes. 

It makes me smile.

And gives me hope. 

In God's rainbow, we ALL have a home. 

What color are YOU?    

Click on this link and find yourself: 

http://www.valsparpaint.com/en/explore-colors/color-selector/index.html#1

Tip: The light from the monitor will prohibit your ability to find a match by holding your hand/arm up to the screen.  Use a hard copy picture to compare complexion to the color blocks. 

PLEASE share your color here, or comment below the facebook link. 

I'd love to know how many colors are represented in my life.  :-)