I love rainbows. I love all the vibrant colors put together, in the sky and on paper. But it’s not just the bright colors that make me happy. It’s the meaning that comes with the rainbow.
You see, God gave us rainbows for a reminder of his love for us. It’s not just a cool thing that happens when the sun shines while its raining. I mean, yeah, it’s beautiful and that is how rainbows are formed. But there’s more to them.
There’s something I need to say.
If you’re an American citizen, Trump IS your president. Period.
Personally, I don’t think you can say you’re an American if you don’t accept the outcome of the election. Having your own view is good, but slamming down on our president is NOT ok. He is our commander in chief, and trust me, he isn’t leaving any time soon.
I’ve lost two of my best friends last month, but I know I will see them again. It’s been two months without my Nana, and one month without my PapPap.
The last thing I said to PapPap on New Year’s Eve was “I love you.” And the last thing he ever said, on this earth, was “I love YOU,” looking right at me and lowering his chin slightly toward his chest for added assurance. Without any stuttering or confusion, surrounded by medics who were working on getting him to the ambulance parked in our driveway, he assured me he loved and cared about me.
