When I was 5 years old, I loved to sing, and dance, and draw, and do things that most 5 year old little girls love to do. I also wanted to grow up to be a pink flamingo. No, that's not code for some kind of weird dancer or showgirl. I wanted to be a bird. I practiced standing on one leg every chance I got. My favorite color was pink. And the only pair of jeans I would wear during that time had little rollerskating pink flamingos on the back pockets. Because the flamingos made them more comfortable, right?
Today, I still love to sing, and dance, and draw, and do things that most 27 year old girls love to do. I'm also still pretty in love with pink flamingos. While I may not have been able to grow up to be one of the beautiful, awkwardly elegant birds, I can still surround myself with their awesomeness.
And lucky for me, I have a pretty amazing husband, and four pretty amazing kids who support my love of the roseate feathered fowl. Any stuffed pink flamingo found is immediately bought and gifted to my ever growing collection. Necklaces, drawings, wire figurines. My first tattoo even, a small flamingo on the upper left part of my back.
I can't say what it is about these blush-colored birdies that I find so intriguing in comparison to any other avian creature, but there is something special there. ♥