Dear Butterfly...

She finds comfort in her daughter's warm embrace. She finds peace when her baby places her tiny head on her inviting shoulder. She was a fool for thinking she knew love before this little treasure, while looking into her eyes she is lost in this passionate love. Understanding the definition of bond and accepting how far she will go to do what needs to be done. Protecting her love is her only aim.

Her beauty lies not only on the surface of her fair skin, but to the deepest parts of her amorous heart. A heart she uses to feel when her skin and instincts betray her. A heart she uses for crying when her eyes are weak and dried out. A heart she uses for contemplating when her mind and eyes were blind. A heart she uses for listening when her ears are functioning foolishly. The strength her heart employs when it's time to give, to love, to care, to adore, to console, to protect and nurture is rarely matched. Giving all these things deeply and faithfully expecting nothing in return only hoping that those around her would reciprocate her unequivocal love from time to time.

She's best friend material. She's good wife material. She's good mom material. She's maid of honor material. A confidant that's hard to find nowadays. She speaks the truth and you had better be ready to hear it. Rarely holding her tongue knowing the burden that comes with it being with held. Going the extra mile, the distance, knowing what it takes to make you feel special is her specialty. When she does it, it's irreplaceable.

To know her is to love her, to want to be around her, to respect her, to want to hear her smile and laugh. Her armor's grown more solid from the battles she had to face, but no matter how fierce or destructive that assault may seem, you can be sure she will be victorious.

Be proud Butterfly, not many have a heart as profound as yours, as skilled as yours, as youthful as yours, as bruised as yours, as earnest as yours.

Time is so precious, your purpose here is to fly... <3