Butterflies are something of a topic around our house!
For several reasons.
But, last year as I started spreading my wings a bit and embracing the gift God has given me, butterflies became even more important.
When that happened, my husband, my 'honey' as I like to call him, would sometimes have the urge to go run down a random butterfly he would see in the yard, and bring him to me.
Because he knew the importance of them to me, and what they mean to me.
Can I just say I would take one of these hard to catch butterflies, handed to me by my sweaty, breathing hard honey, in his bum-around the yard clothes, than any 10 pieces of jewelry!
That man is Da Bom, baby!
By the way, he caught me another one just this week! A cute little yellow one!
He let it loose in the house to fly around, then chased it down again to let it free outside!
As Barbara Mandrell use to sing, he can eat crackers in my bed anytime!