The year we left Rhode Island, I took the girls for one last beautiful September beach day. We met our friends @lisredd at our favorite spot. It was such a special day. We had the beach nearly to ourselves. I called it my goodbye present from my beloved Rhode Island. The most beautiful thing happened that day. A huge migration of butterflies flew (fluttered) through. Hundreds of them dancing over sand...landing on the dune grass, in our hair. It didn't last very long, maybe a half hour, but it was beautiful and spectacular. I stood at the water that day and wept silent tears of goodbye and also of gratitude as I watched the waves and the butterflies. It was beautiful. It was heartbreaking. A memory that still moves me to tears when I think about it. I think of that day and those butterflies every time I am back there again with old treasured friends making new memories. I thought it was the end that day. But it was in fact, a beautiful new beginning. So many beautiful new memories have been made there since that day. Things I couldn't even imagine on that day. Much like those fuzzy caterpillars ?? couldn't see what was ahead for them before they could fly. Anyway, today there was a little painted lady butterfly ?? migration flying through my yard. Butterflies following my my car and even popping past the windows at taco Tuesday. And it brought me right back to that day...those memories. And it filled me with gratitude for the wonders we cannot imagine that wait for us in the future we can't yet see.
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