Anyways, we were at this local show, and I shared this story in a recent letter …
This past week, we were at a Garden & Flower Festival that had a butterfly house. The girls spent a really long time trying to get a butterfly to move from sitting on a flower to sitting on their finger. Just as I was considering sharing some encouraging and optimistic words like “it’ll never work” and “you’re wasting your time,” their persistence paid off as Meg got one. (Yes, I was shocked, and I was glad I kept my not-so-positive words to myself.) We passed the butterfly from finger to finger -- and sometimes finger to nose -- taking some pictures (see letter). We shared the fun experience with a couple other little girls, and soon we had a line of kids and adults waiting for their turn! Next time we’ll be ready with a tip jar. We had fun, and I soon gave Meg the name -- the Butterfly Whisperer.
A pretty good selfie …
