There is something truly miraculous about the metamorphosis of a butterfly. To begin as something as inconsequential as a caterpillar, grow, evolve, and completely change into something as breathtaking as a butterfly is pretty amazing. None of this is lost on Lizzy. Lizzy's admiration of nature is one of my favorite things about her, so I wasn't surprised at how much she loved watching the caterpillars at school. Every day I would hear reports about what was happening with them. I was pretty lucky to be at school on the day the butterflies were being released. Of all those grubby, chubby, fingers reaching out to "hold" a butterfly, Lizzy was one of the lucky few that experienced the heart-pounding wonder of having something as delicate and fantastic as a butterfly make it's home on your finger, if only for the briefest of moments. I know I'm incredibly biased..........but I would have chosen Lizzy too. Perhaps it was her calm assurance, her patience, her small, knowing smile, her........connection.........to the beauty of the moment, to the wonder of butterflies, to the awe of the world around her. Whatever it was, it was priceless.
LOVE that girly of yours and yes, I've gotten to hold a butterfly too...or, rather, a butterfly took a hold of me. It was more than magical. Guess who else held the butterfly for an incredible length of time...Patrick! Yes, they recognized his wisdom too. :) This same butterfly kept flying away and then stopping on Patrick's hand again. Incredible!
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