Red.
Maybe it's the mama heart. Maybe it's that little girl who used to tell her mama, "I want this many babies!," when I was younger, as I held all eight fingers and two thumbs in the air. Maybe it's the way you make me feel connected to nature.
I don't know exactly what it is but I do know you are my baby bull and I love you. I love you in such a carefree way. Thank you, Red.
Thank you.