Fly

For years Grandma has been talking to this beautiful butterfly whom she called Sam. We liked to sit out on the swing and watch as Sam would fly and dance across the sky. He was a friend to all, but especially Grandma. I'm sure it was hard for Grandma being alone for all those years. 


Yesterday, Sam made his first appearance of the season. He was glorious as ever. I was happy to see him, only he wasn't alone. He had another beauty with him. They fluttered and bounced through the breeze and I just stood in awe.


I like to think that all those years Grandma talked to Sam like he was Grandpa.


And now THEY are here. 


Together.


Keeping their eye on this old red brick house.


Flying.