There was a meaning for every color and her Daddy was quite concerned when she kept dressing herself in black. It didn’t seem very BabyGirl-like until one night when they returned home from an evening out-n-about.
Sitting on the couch, the BabyGirl yawned and littleness filled her eyes. With instinct, she drew her knees up to her chest – a sign she needed changed. Sitting on the hassock and beginning to undress her, he realized that the color of black was actually the color of little.
Black is the presence of all colors, all at once. Wearing black meant she wore:
blue – calm and collected, loyal and trusting. red – passionate and desiring, romantic and feeling courageous. pink – soft and pretty, shy and timid. yellow – cheerful and lively, yet relaxed and renewed. orange – energized and creative, imaginative and mesmerized. green – healed and renewed, hopeful and ambitious purple – accepting and sweet, yet mysterious and enigmaticSo why did she choose black to wear instead of another color? Because she was filled with the sentiments and meanings of all the colors, all at once. Just like black … The Color of “Little”.
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