On my 56th birthday, my daughter Beth gave me two beautiful wooden butterflies. I ________ them on the wall so that I could admire them throughout the day. They carried our ________.

My mom ________ when I was 25 years old, and Beth was just a baby. She ________ got to meet her grandma, which made it hard for me to keep my mom’s memory ________ for Beth. One day when Beth was 7, we were playing outside, and she suddenly said ________ she missed her grandma.

I told her that her grandma loved her very much and that she was ________ over her from heaven. I even said that maybe she was taking a ride on the back of a butterfly to get a ________ look. At that moment, a butterfly just appeared out of nowhere, flew ________ Beth’s face, and then flew away. We both laughed with ________.

Since then, it seems like butterflies follow ________ wherever we go. Whenever we are outside, they come down, ________ around us, take a good look and fly away. It feels like my mom’s love is still watching over us through the butterflies. Even in winter, I can take comfort in looking at the wooden butterflies that Beth gave me and be ________ of my mom’s love.

The wooden butterflies have become a ________ of our bond (情感纽带). They remind us of the moment when a butterfly brought us together and filled our ________ with happiness. And even now, they continue to bring us closer to the woman who holds a special place in our hearts.