{This is an unfinished fragment of a post from about 5 years ago. I kind of like it the way it is. It made me remember the day and how special the time was for me. And how special my daughter still seems to me, that even the butterfly is captivated by her.}

We went out riding our bike today with Momma and Meemee.  “I’m a big, brave girl!”

We then took a break near a bush that had attracted a beautiful monarch butterfly.  I pointed to it and said “Look!  A butterfly!”

“Ooh!” she said as it took off into the air.

She ran out toward the sidewalk, flapping her arms like a butterfly.  She circled around the bush and down the side. As she tucked her wings in and began her descent toward our picnic table, I saw the butterfly had followed her around the bend and flew up into a tree.