Fortunately, the story of the Unintended Butterfly has a happy ending. The butterfly and the flower found each other, and together they revealed the gift in the everyday all around us. Happily ever after, the end.
(But not the end of butterflies – more butterflies on Monday…or even Sunday!)
Because sometimes the best things are unintended.
A beautiful and surreal gift. (I love that old school lined paper!)
I think those may be 3×5 cards just like the ones my dad always carried. As always, you spark warm memories of things that were and lovely thoughts of things that are yet to be.
Wrapped up TOO soon!