The Butterfly

I have to quickly share this.

If you've been around my blog for any length of time, you know that butterflies remind me of Grady.

Yesterday, I was snuggled on the sofa with Matthew sleeping peacefully on my chest. We've had a few deer roaming our backyard the last few days, so I was looking out the back windows wondering if they would appear.

The deer didn't, but a butterfly did.

It was a beautiful, huge, yellow one. That butterfly must have flown by my windows at least 20 times. It would fly in one direction, and a bit later, it would fly the opposite direction. Back and forth across the windows.

I couldn't help but think of Grady.

When I told Gib and Emma Grace, they both said, in different verbiage but at the same time, that Grady must have been checking on his baby brother.

I agree.

But I also think it was a sign.

A sign that all is well with Grady. A sign that Matthew will always have a big brother in heaven watching over him. A sign that says, "It's okay Mommy. Even though I'm not physically here for you to hold, I'm always close." Even though we rejoice in Matthew's life, Grady is never far and is always a part of everything we do.

Grady is always close in spirit and lives in our hearts forever.

And his baby brother is looking more and more like him with each passing day!

I was caught off guard when Matthew was born and didn't look much like Grady. Before you leave me a comment, I know he's not Grady! But the whole time I was pregnant with Matthew, I was kind of hoping he would resemble Grady. In fact, I expected him to because, in my mind, Grady was what our boys would look like. (Seeing as how he was our only boy until Matthew) But as Matthew grows closer to the gestational age at which Grady was born, 36 weeks and 5 days, he's looking more and more like his big brother. His adjusted age, as of today, is 36 weeks and 3 days.

Have a great weekend! Hopefully I'll be able to post some recent pictures soon.

Love,
Tonya