We got Peanut's ashes back yesterday. The only reason I mention this is because there's another butterfly story to tell. Terry was carrying "Peanut" into the motorhome. He had one foot on the step and the butterfly buzzed him, stuck around for a moment then flew off. Once again, Peanut letting her daddy know that she's ok, right at the proper moment when he needed reassurance the most again.

I will be making a little memorial set up for her like I did with Tubby - a picture of her, a candle and her ashes. We will keep that set up until we make our way back to Wisconsin this summer, then I will sprinkle her ashes in the same area I sprinkled Tubby's, and will bury the little box next to Tubby's, and we will think about her everytime we see a butterfly.