A morning stroll through the garden brought us a special gift. This summer’s (for it IS summer here now) very first discovery of a black swallowtail egg on the parsley. We actually got to witness the mama butterfly curl up her abdomen and ever so gently attach this little egg to the leaf.
We held our breath….
and then we counted seven more. Hooray!
There was lots of this today… lots and lots of wiggling his very first loose tooth.
The last first loose tooth for one of my babies.
Oh lord, how I’m going to cherish the little gap toothed grins in our near future!
The last purple glimpse of evening brought with it the season’s first lightening bug … and of course, the ensuing chase. We didn’t catch him, and it was just as well. It doesn’t seem like the very first one should be caught. That one is just for admiring.
Then I tucked them into their beds.
a little sticky,
a lot content.
I imagine they will dream about butterflies and fairies and lightening in a jar.
Days like this….. I wish I could press them, like faded rose petals, in between the pages of an old book. Then whenever I liked, I could pull them out and breathe in their sweetness all over again.