A chrysalis is the pupal stage of the butterfly, where the caterpillar is encapsulated in a hard, transparent shell and is slowly transforming into the adult butterfly form. — Wikipedia
Richard put up our Christmas tree the other day. It is a very life-like replica of a Noble Fir. Plug in Mistletoe scent, and it’s practically the real deal. I grew up in Hawaii, and by the time the fresh trees reached the islands, the bottom quarter of the trees were bare. I’m accustomed to improvising.
It would have been easy to not put up a tree this year. Every now and then, we think about it. But eventually we do it because, at least for me, I do not want to set a precedent. I suspect it would be the beginning of the end of something very special and I don’t want to go there.
So as I was making bon-bons for Christmas gifts yesterday, I started decorating our tree. In my obsessive compulsive pattern, I started with the regular red, blue and white ornaments. Easy. Mundane.
Then I started on our special ornaments, the ones we’ve accumulated over our 29 years together. My magic unicorn . . .
And ornaments that declared who we could be . . .
Souvenir ornaments of places we visited as a family . . .
And I stopped in amazement. Oh my. I have been so loved. All these times with Richard and Marco, with my Mom, my Dad and my brother and his family. All these places. I have been so blessed.
The tree and ornaments were encapsulated in the chrysalis of Christmas. I let the butterfly emerge.
It is a popular belief that butterflies have very short life spans. However, butterflies in their adult stage can live from a week to nearly a year depending on the species. Many species have long larval life stages while others can remain dormant in their pupal or egg stages and thereby survive winters. — Wikipedia