I grew up with the image of happiness lighting on one’s hand as a butterfly.
This makes hearing my daughter sing Connie Pwll’s Butterfly song even more meaningful. Why is that when loved ones sing or play it feels like the world is right?
I grew up with the image of happiness lighting on one’s hand as a butterfly.
This makes hearing my daughter sing Connie Pwll’s Butterfly song even more meaningful. Why is that when loved ones sing or play it feels like the world is right?