Metamorphosis

I was feeling a bit sad last week because I can't find Fatsopillar in his calamansi plant. It so happen that we visited Ola last week and stayed until after dinner in her house. Also, it rained that night. And I got worried because the calamansi plant where Fatsopillar (was) staying is right at the middle of the garden--- hello, rain!

The next morning, we can't find him anymore. Hubby said to just look for a cocoon, then jokingly added that a bird or our (pa)gongs must have eaten Fatsopillar-- huhuhu.

The photo below was Fatsopillar's last photo before we left him. :(

Anyways, I guess The Universe has a way of telling me that change is about to come but this is in a metaphorical sense, of course. I believe in signs although my fondness for Fatsopillar blinded me a bit.

Then today, about an hour or two ago, daughter dropped me a metamorphosis bomb. My baby is now a butterfly. Go figure! ;)

Love you Babs!