We laughed and danced in a field of sunflowers with the heat of the sun adding to the warmth in our hearts. When she looked at me and asked "What is God's favorite color?" I took her hand and fell gently on my back into the soft grass pulling her down with me. I pointed upwards replying, "I believe God's favorite color is the sky. Every variation of Crimson he set for us to look upon. All the different purples that don't quite fit a certain name. The ombre oranges that fade into all sorts of yellows. The dark and light grays that means a wonderful rain shall come. White of the clouds that accent every shade of happiness. The sweet pinks cotton candy to the eye. Every shade of blue that stretched across the earth. I believe God's favorite color is the sky, a ballet of colors he shares with us every day." The little girl continue looking upwards and with a brilliant smile she said, "That's my favorite color too."
