Every day for the past 5 months or so she asks to hear about when she was a baby. I don't mind telling her. I start out by saying, " Oh when you were a baby you were so beautiful..." and go on from there. I would often tell her the "tender mercy" story about how she was almost going to have surgery to fix her tear ducts. But then her eyes cleared up and she didn't have to have the surgery after all. I think she likes that I like that I like that story.
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.