Our baby loved butterflies. I've been looking for my spiritual guide, And it took this very moment to see through my baby's eyes. All men are born philosophers but few will accept the prize... their lives are a commitment to elegance, these little ones, these wise.
Loss is like an ocean of everything that will never be. It moves through mind succinctly to prick the heart with need. But our baby loves butterflies and Butterflies it will be.