“I want to give you a butterfly, honey,” I distinctly heard her say. “You have done so much to make them for me.”
It made me cry. I think she sees what I have tried to let grow from my love for her, despite its flawed expression when she was alive.
This is what she gave me. I do think she made me a butterfly.
How lovely and a photo of you and Pamela (?) – very sweet! Thank you!
Gratitude. Showing up. Doing the work. It opens doors every time. Honored to witness the journey and share in the discoveries. Love the daffodils too.