“Mom! The butterfly!”
Our caterpillar had emerged from the translucent chrysalis.
Still dangling by spindly legs from the shell, the monarch moved one wing. Then the other.
All afternoon we observed, enamored as she tentatively explored her surroundings.
I recalled butterfly release directions: take outside; gently reach in cage and allow butterfly to latch on; and slowly release. My ten-year-old volunteered. Mesmerized, I watched her somehow invite the butterfly to ride on her index finger.
“See if she will land on your nose!” My brave girl did. The butterfly lingered, insect legs gently grasping her skin before she flew away.
These are simple moments that will remain with me long past the sweltering days of summer.