Butterfly Girl

"We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are ... Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times."  ~Friedrich Nietzsche

My father and I took Maeve to the Butterfly Pavilion yesterday, and she was very fun to watch.  The butterfly enclosure is humid, hot, and occasionally mists fall from the ceiling.  Everything is wet, alive, growing, and covered in butterflies.

I write today to indulge in a brief metaphor:
We brought my daughter to the Pavilion to enjoy the butterflies, and she was too busy flitting from flower to flower and chasing all over the place to notice them; I imagine this is how other butterflies see the world.  They are too darn busy finding nectar and the briefest of perches to even notice other butterflies around them.

So my little girl is a sort of a butterfly.  Bright, beautiful, radiant, dramatic, and totally incapable of standing still unless she's asleep.