Ball field dust under the fingernails.
Snacks in little plastic baggies.
All to see this.
It has begun.
And we love it!
And we watched. The camera kept rolling. The kids and I kept chit-chatting, waiting for that moment when the butterfly would finally be free of the chrysalis... when it would spread its wings and begin to flutter around the butterfly garden.
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