The entire life cycle of a butterfly is miraculous, but it's the final emergence that makes me want to cry happy tears. Every. Single. Time.
Robb and I had been out cycling, and came back to discover that the first of our brood of butterflies had hatched. Her wings were fully unfurled by the time we found her.
I coaxed her onto my hand, and carried her over to flowers we knew Anise Swallowtail Butterflies fed on.
She was entirely uninterested in the verbena.
After a few minutes, she flew away. Watching butterflies that we've nurtured fly off into the world is always a beautiful, magical experience.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go rinse my eyes, and find a handkerchief.