This morning I woke up feeling great. (ok, it was almost afternoon, but I digress...) I felt better than I had since before the surgery. Just a little soreness and plenty of energy. When I weighed, I had lost a total of 6.5 lbs since surgery.
I decided to clean. Mr Wonderful has been trying hard, but he did have to work this weekend and he got a little behind. We have dogs and tile floors. We mop a LOT. So, I proceeded to mop the entire house. I also picked up, and washed the few dishes that were hanging out in the sink.
But when I walked outside to pour out the mop water, that's when I really knew it was going to be a beautiful day. I saw a butterfly, sitting in the grass. It looked a lot like this.
It was HUGE. And it just stayed there, gently waving its wings, and letting me admire it for the longest time. Eventually, it slowly flitted away.
Butterflies are so symbolic for me, and it was like this beautiful creature was just waiting there for me to come outside. Right outside my door.
And it was a beautiful day.