04/28/2026
We watched a wounded butterfly still choose to fly today. 🦋
Even struggling, even damaged, it kept trying. Flying, falling, then flying again until it finally landed somewhere safe. Almost as if it knew it would find compassion and gentleness here.
I get emotional about everything these days, but honestly, this moment touched me.
Because like this butterfly, I think a lot of people, myself included, are walking around wounded while still trying to fly. Still trying to show up. Still trying to carry the weight of life.
So today, instead of walking past something fragile, we chose compassion. We slowed down. We learned. We handled it gently and talked about kindness toward even the smallest of God’s creation.
We gave it a quiet place to rest in the greenhouse, safety from the rain, and a little comfort while it rested its wings for whatever time it has left.
And I think moments like this matter more than we realize.
I want my daughter to grow up understanding that compassion matters. That even small acts of gentleness matter. That living things deserve care, even when they’re tiny, and broken.
The world is hard enough already. I hope she never loses her softness. 🤍
UPDATE: Our little butterfly went to Heaven at some point, and this morning, Emryn and I buried it together in what will one day be our herbal butterfly garden.
Its final resting place will someday be full of life, flowers, herbs, and more butterflies.
