18 years in metamorphosis.
The little caterpillar that crawled on the homely stem and branches, that sheltered under parental leaves, took a while, molting her skin many times over and transforming into a pupa. And now, the chrysalis is ready to take wing. Beautiful in every which way inside and out, a delightful kaleidoscope of multitudinous shades & hues, talents & sensibilities, she’s a vivacious butterfly on the cusp of taking flight.
She’ll be back occasionally to partake of domestic nectar and flit away again to explore the vast meadows ahead of her.
I just wish that she keeps beating those wings uninhibitedly and that they carry her upwards and forwards at all times. That she’s unafraid of sipping from the different flowers she’ll doubtless come across. And that each one of those that she imbibes from,
is as sweet as it is meant to be.
Happy birthday, darling butterfly!