Return of the Monarch

Short post tonight, as its been a long day and I'm exhausted.

Besides, I have an early morning tomorrow, since it is my last beach day before I head back to reality and cold temps.

Tonight though I'm thinking about butterflies.

If you are one of my regular readers (do I even have any of those?), then you know that this past summer I got my very first tattoo.

The tattoo, of a cross and a butterfly represents my faith. My re-entry into my faith. My feeling that I came out of a cocoon and emerged a butterfly, full of the beauty that is my faith.

Also, I chose the butterfly because since this renewal of my faith began, I've been seeing a butterfly everywhere I turn.

To me this butterfly represents so many things, but chief among them, when I see it, I just know. I know I've made the right decisions, I know God is with me in those moments, I know.

I was sad to see the winter come, sure that with the colder weather, the likelihood of me seeing "my" butterfly would lessen and then disappear.

Imagine then, my great pleasure at having encountered my little monarch a dozen times since I've been in Florida.

I know.