A warm, breezy Easter Eve at the Carlsbad Flower Fields turned unexpectedly magical when butterflies gathered around me — even landing on my hat. It was a soft, spiritual moment I’m still carrying tonight.
A warm, breezy Easter Eve at the Carlsbad Flower Fields turned unexpectedly magical when butterflies gathered around me — even landing on my hat. It was a soft, spiritual moment I’m still carrying tonight.
A butterfly drifted through my garden this morning — soft, unhurried, almost familiar. I whispered, “Hi, Daddy,” the way I always do. These quiet moments have become our ritual, little reminders that love doesn’t disappear… it simply learns new ways to reach us.