Butterflies

Saturday was homecoming.  Kelli invited some friends over to get ready here at the house.  I was working in the kitchen and listened while I worked.  Laughter, squeals, and fashion advice seeped underneath the closed door of Kelli's room into the kitchen like a delightful fragrance I wanted to enjoy forever. 

When they were all ready,  I made them walk out one at a time so I could take pictures.  I told them I was the paparazzi and they were the latest up and coming starlet. They ate it up.  I laughed and clicked and told them how beautiful they were.  

What do you do when you're all dressed up and the dance doesn't start for a couple of hours?  You go out to supper at the local Mexican place.  The lovelies piled into a minivan and off they went, laughing and giggling.

My kitchen was in shock.  Where were the squeals?  Where was the laughter? The fragrance?  Gone on the wheels of a slightly beat up minivan.

I sighed and hugged myself, silently thanking God that I still have one more year of this before she leaves.  

I thought I'd show you some of the pictures I took, but that I'd wrap them up in the lyrics of a Nicole C. Mullen song that seemed to fit the occasion.

Enjoy.

Fly, Fly Butterfly Fly
Stand upon these two shoulders of mine. Spread those wings of yours and fly.

Not yet a woman and certainly not a child
But I was caught somewhere in the middle
On that one Friday afternoon
And I, I remember mama saying, "It's time for you to go
Go on out and change the world and become all that you have dreamed of"

And as the tears that she was crying
Fell from her face and shoulders she said
"Don't forget who you are child, where you
Come from, where you're goin'
'Cause I'm always gonna be here for you
Fighting in your corner
So with every bow you take
Take one for those that came before you"

Now I'm a woman and I've got a child

And I can't believe the day's gonna come

When she tells me that it's time to soar

And I don't know what I'm gonna do

Not sure what I'm gonna tell her

Maybe don't forget who you are child

Where you come from, where you're going

'Cause I'm always gonna be here for you

Fighting in your corner

So with every bow you take

Take one for those that came before ya

There is something sacred

About the letting go of those we want to hold

So tightly to, but somehow we know

They must move on

On for those who have a dream to make our future better

And on for those who will earn their wings

In spite of wind and weather

You tell 'em love is waiting there

Forever in their corner

So with every bow they take

They'll take one for those that came before them

Fly, Fly Butterfly Fly
Stand upon these two shoulders of mine. Spread those wings of yours and fly.