I wrote this several years ago for our oldest granddaughter, Dominique, and published it last year on WordPress in honor of her birthday. Dominique was three, I believe when the butterfly landed on her outstretched palm, and today she will be 13. Yes, Studly and I are grandparents to a teenager! Happy birthday, Dominique!
The Girl and the Butterfly
One little butterfly, orange and black circled the flowers in the summer garden.
One little girl, in red, white, and blue, danced around the flowers in the summer garden.
“Here, little butterfly!” called the girl.
But the butterfly flew higher than the girl could jump, and faster than the girl could run.
“Please!” said the girl.
No matter how hard she tried, the girl could not catch the butterfly.
“You must let the butterfly come to you when he is ready,” said Mama.
“I don’t think he will ever be ready,” sighed the little girl.
“Here, sweetheart, I have an idea,” said Mama. “Hold out your hand.”
Mama poured a drop of orange juice into the girl’s hand.
“Now hold out your hand and stay very still.”
The girl did just that.
She waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And would you believe it? The butterfly landed ever so lightly onto the girl’s hand.
The girl smiled at the butterfly, and after sipping the juice, the butterfly smiled back.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I think that’s a sweet story. My two strapping teenage boys would think it’s a nightmare since they are both a bit scared of butterflies. 🙂
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Ha!
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