There’s a small square picture frame sitting quietly on my shelf, glass in the center, with a hand-painted butterfly fluttering across it like stained glass.
It catches the light just right, a little glow in the corner of my world
It’s nothing fancy
But it means everything
Because one day — when the timing is right and the right house finds us — this little butterfly is coming with me to Italy.
Tommy already has a plan: he’ll build it right into a wall or a sunny window.
Somewhere the light can stream through and cast that butterfly into the room, just like it does now.
Only instead of here, it’ll be there. Our place. Our home.
It’s such a small thing. But it feels like a promise — of beauty, of change, of something deeply rooted and still full of flight.
I keep it close, but I also keep it ready. For the day the suitcase opens and this little piece of now becomes part of something much bigger.
One day soon.
One window, one wall, one butterfly at a time.
The Soundtrack Of Home 
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