Any other time I would remark on how beautiful a butterfly is, but this time around I didn't want to see a butterfly at all. Right now, I still don't know how I feel about them. All I can say is, I used to love them. Every day for all those weeks, the first thing I would look for was a butterfly on my door or Ian's. He had a high turn over rate of roommates too. It was a crazy time. His birth, but most importantly his life, was meant to be. I couldn't ask for more than that. He is my sunshine.
I would like to say that I am very happy I never got that butterfly tattoo I was thinking about in my youth. If I did, I would have to start drawing my cover up tattoo asap. Be blessed everybody and count your blessings, I know I do.
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