I asked a friend of the family about a new love interest on the scene…. I was moved by his metaphor of how he feels about her:
"I think of it like you’re gardening, and there’s a butterfly fluttering around the garden. You watch and admire its beauty, but you don’t try to hold onto it for fear of ruining or damaging it."
He said it with a wide grin and watery eyes.
The feeling was infectious