Yellow Butterfly . . .

Today we saw you. You danced around us with flurry in the bright, sunny afternoon of June.

You landed on the most sweetest of rose bushes and let Will get a glimpse of you. You flapped your wings oh so fast. Will pronounced you his "fly fly".

Because you are a wonderful grandmother you decided it was time to play a little chase. You flew around with such grace as Will chased you. You stayed close. That's how I knew it was you. Will had the belly giggles as you let him follow you around. Never once did you leave our sight. You always touch your grand babies so.

Then you landed back on the rose bushes with ease. Will and I were inches away from touching your golden wings when you flew above us and almost floated.

Maybe to say you were watching over us.

Maybe you were telling Will what a fun time you had playing with him.

Maybe its because you are the world's greatest grandma.

Maybe its because you are the best mom a girl could ever have.

I miss you everyday. Thanks for telling me its okay.