Baby Butterfly

I have always believed...

That a butterfly...

Is the soul of someone who has passed away...

A way for them to let us know...

That they are happy...

They are loved...

They are never far away...

 

We see the flutter of butterflies wings all around us...

But are only magically drawn to and touched...

By only a few...

These are the ones that carry a special message...

That bring happy tears...

To a mothers broken heart...

That magically whisper...

I am always near...

 

A butterfly is also a sign of rebirth...

Of a new beginning...

Of lightness...

This is my baby butterfly...

Our flicker of light...

After a dark storm...

And if you look deep into her eyes...

You can almost feel...

A little soul...

That has found her way home...

 

Last week...

While standing in the arena...

Suddenly...

A beautiful butterfly...

Came fluttering around us...

Juliette followed that butterfly with her eyes...

I had never seen her follow something so intently...

Never losing focus...

Around and around she flew...

Circling our baby girl...

People around us started noticing and pointing...

Amazed by the interaction...

Of a baby girl and a butterfly...

Almost as if they knew each other...

Almost as if they were playing...

With tears - I looked at Ben...

He smiled...

Its her...

Our baby girls...

Together...

And as quick as she appeared...

She was gone...

 

These are moments...

I will never forget...

Our butterfly visits...