His Favorite Color is Black
Before I met MTM, I never counted black as an actual color. It wasn’t part of the spectrum of a rainbow. It made me feel like I was suffocating when submerged in it in a cave. It meant goth and horror movies and depression and death.
After we dated a while, I noticed something: MTM’s clothes were mostly black. Socks. Shoes. Even underwear. All black, black, black. At times, I wondered if I was dating Frankenstein.
Until I realized that architects like to wear black. A lot. It really is his favorite color.
So, when I saw a black Christmas ornament, I had to buy it. I hoped he would ignore the bejeweled shimmer in the center and focus on the thought, the inclusion of his favorite color in a prime position on our tree.
For more about my black wedding dress, in honor of MTM’s favorite color:
This post is part of the series Roll Out the Holly, about the stories Christmas ornaments can conjure. Click here to read the series from the beginning.