Maya had fun with the fortress but grew tired as we neared the end of our 1.5 hour hike. Luckily at that time, a few butterflies flew by and one nearly flew into her eye. She brushed it away and then scratched at her eye as the butterfly landed in her hair and stayed for a few seconds. She had no idea the butterfly had made her head a temporary resting spot, but was delighted to learn it. It gave her the energy boast she needed to make it back home.
Later today, at the pool, I told her that her new preschool teacher sent out a letter and wanted to know some of the things she really liked. "Butterflies. I really like butterflies. I like to catch them," she said.
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I know you want to be a butterfly when you grow up and I know you will make a beautiful one. You are like a butterfly now because people usually smile and admire a butterfly when they see one and that is what people do when they see you now, especially me.
YaYa
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