I have been seeing them all over. I was beginning to get discouraged as last year, I noticed them very prevelantly much earlier in the year. I thought I wouldn't see them. Now they are out. Noah has noticed them as well.
It's not that I think (truly) every butterfly is Lucas but in a way, I do. I think that his spirit lightly touches the butterfly and simply flies in my space to say hello, to remind me he is there, to tell me he loves me. It's a spiritual thing if that makes sense. I usually say outloud, there's Lucas/hello Lucas/or hey bubba dubba. Even if that butterfly is not him, he hears me in Heaven. I am sure of it.
To the day I die, the meaning in the little things will never go away, it will never lighten, in fact, it will only strengthen. It helps me to know there is a higher power, Lucas is free in Heaven and he touches us here on earth. All of our loved ones do. I know it. I believe in it with all I have.
One day, I'll have all the knowledge I need and crave. It will come. All the questions will be answered, the why's will all be told to me. I believe... Lucas if I could have captured your little soul in a jar, I would have. I miss you more than you could ever know and our connection is still real.
Kisses to you----
mamma
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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