The little girl in my heart came alive today.
She remembered this place with such fondness.
The butterfly enclosure at Melbourne Zoo;
It was still there.
Exactly as five year old me remembered it.
It was wonder and whimsy and sparkle;
A million colours in the sky.
It was a toddler that found a new reason to smile.
A new reason to giggle.
It was just…
So full of lovely.
So full of moments.
Sadness lives far away from here.
That’s what the child within me whispered.
But adult me saw things that her innocent eyes could not see.
It did live here, after all.
Poor, poor butterfly.
So sad, but still able to fly.
A lucky break to hush her sadness.
A thousand beautiful friends.
All fluttering by to cheer her up.
It’s hard to believe there was a time before we were three.
Just the two of us and our flippant, ‘young people’ ways.
We went back there today.
To that place where we so often roamed hand in hand.
Only one thing had changed.
Now, we were three.
We used to go off plan; turn down unknown paths in the hopes of finding something amazing.
Where once we lingered, now, we swiftly move past the temptation.
Happy toddler: happy life.
When we were two, we would have bought the giant bean. What a great coffee table prop; a conversation starter.
Now, we just pick it up and giggle.
And giggle just a little bit more.
That was my moment.
Not the bean.
The life. A new life in an old place.
And we were loving it just as much as before.
That old place; the one that whispered to us in our wide-eyed youth.
It was still sprinkled with magic.
Still teeming with life.
But this time it was better.
This time, it was a wonderful world of three.