after catching the garter at a wedding.Stinky: "Mom, I made a butterfly. It's a baby butterfly who can't fly because he's so little. But he keeps trying, and trying, and he'll get better. And he has a mommy named what Daddy calls you: Rachael."
Me: "Are you my butterfly who can't fly yet, but keeps trying and trying?"
Stinky: "Yeah. And I'll get better and better."
I'll remember that.
