For months and months while trying to get pregnant, experiencing two miscarriages and then finally during the healthy pregnancy of my son, I would see butterflies. White butterflies to be exact. They were there all the time, all around me. Sometimes it would just be one, fluttering and bouncing about, as if it were teasing me or trying to get close enough to tell me a secret. Other times, it would be two white butterflies turning over and over one another. They acted as though they were children romping around in the coolest, most magical playground ever; or maybe they were two lovers dancing happily to their favorite song. Either way, I always noticed.
