The Little Things

Last week I had one of those truly never-ending days, when everything seems to fall apart, and complaining feels like the easiest thing to do. I was letting off steam on the walk home, when my husband said, “Look, a butterfly.”

On the side of the road lay the remains of a tiny white butterfly, wings perfectly folded. My spirits lifted immediately~ a find like that is such a treasure, but also a reminder of the fleeting nature of life.

Nothing lasts forever.

White Butterfly


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