Today I reconsolidated the arrangement of remaining living flowers Adrian gave me for our anniversary. As I was nonchalantly throwing away the wilted ones from the bunch, Butterfly girl ran to the garbage and became very sad. She asked why we were just throwing them out and made little voices for each one commentating what they'd say in her vivid imagination. I explained that they had to go back to the ground to make new flowers. It caught me off guard to see her reverence as I was reminded they were once living. Her simple act of compassion only a child could possibly grasp reminded me of my own childhood connection with nature. It is lovely when our children are able to teach us and make us more conscious.