I have sought some sage advice from married women. And they say that the little butterflies will go away. "You know that feeling, when you see your boyfriend" "Cheah, those butterflies go away". But I love my butterflies! Why! oh Why! Woe is me and the loss of the butterfly. Good thing mine are still in their larvae stage, waiting to be released at the exact right moment. I wonder if there is a way to extend that larvae period...hmmm. Something to think about, note to self. Maybe I can release them one at a time so they don't all have to die out at one time. Well my sister is leaving sooner than I thought, 6am on Sunday! Maybe I can let one out for her that morning...and continue like that. What do you think? Well one for each monumental occasion: Marriage, Births, Graduations, Deaths, well maybe not deaths. Who said a funeral can't be a celebration anyway? Well. I think that butterflies are the perfect analogy for occasions like this. Leaving one form of life and starting another, it never has to end completely right? There is always some sort of shape shifting that goes on that ends in glorious glorious FLIGHT!
8 days until the flight of my leaving The States for Jamaica butterfly...
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