Orange is the opposite of blue

Baby🐻 tiptoed into my room yesterday as I was curled up sleeping. I was grabbing a nap between what had been a hard and tearful last day at work with people I adore, and an evening of filming for an upcoming piece I was collaborating on. She climbed on the bed and kissed my face and whispered in my ear.

“I picked flowers for you and put them next to your bed so you can see them when you wake up. I know you’re blue today so I picked all the orange ones I could find because orange is the opposite of blue. I picked six orange lilies for the six years you were at your job. I picked a big orange daisy for your next adventure. I picked a whole lot of little orange flowers for all your happy memories, and a flower that hasn’t opened yet for the happy memories that will come.”

How can anyone ask for more? ❤️