Have I ever told you about my fascination with white butterflies?
Right before I got pregnant with The Babe, I began seeing white butterflies every time I went outside. After 4 years of trying, I was always looking for external signs that we were on the right path.
So … I googled white butterflies and the first link I found said they can be a symbol for the spirit of children. I held that little nugget close but didn’t say a word to anyone.
Two or three months after those regular butterfly spottings began, I became pregnant.
Throughout my pregnancy I continued to see those beautiful white (always white) butterflies. I would see 5 and 6 at a time. I would see them when I looked out the window, and at 10 PM at night as they tried to fly into my car’s windshield. I could spot them frolicking in the roadside as I drove around town.
They were always there.
I still see white butterflies every now and then, but nowhere near as frequently as I did while pregnant.
I have no doubt in my mind that there was someone or something out there guiding me and giving me hope that our journey would have a happy ending. For whatever reasons we connected over white butterflies.
This story was originally shared over on Instagram and thought it deserved a more permanent home. So here it will live for all of eternity.