Butterflies . . .

     I have mentioned this before, but whenever I see a butterfly, I think of Jackson.  I have seen them several times at the cemetery and each time I have felt Jackson's presence near.  I have noticed many times when I am having a hard day, I will be outside and a butterfly will flutter by.  I know Jackson is watching over me and letting me know that he is okay.  It has brought me so much comfort on my darkest days.  It is a sweet reminder that my baby boy was real.
    Yesterday I was thinking of Jackson and when I walked out my front door a butterfly flew right in front of me.  It was beautiful!  It put a smile on my face and warmed my heart to feel like my son was near.  I miss my little butterfly baby . . .