"Butterflies are always free." I'm not sure where this saying came from, but I can remember hearing it from the time I was a child. I have always loved to watch butterflies in the springtime. They float around in the air without a care in the world. I guess my "obsession" with butterflies started a few years ago. I used to sit on my front porch in the mornings and watch them flit from flower to flower, or soar around, low to the ground and then high up into the sky. I always wondered what it would feel like to be that free. So began the enchantment with the life of the carefree. Maybe it was because of the turmoil in my life at the time. The time I spent watching the beautiful creatures in my front yard took me away from my troubles for a few hours. Now that I am a mother, I can watch my children, and in a way they remind me of the butterfly, carefree and full of life. I love to collect things with butterflies on them, just looking at them brings me peace. So there's the story about my "weakness" for the beautiful butterfly, forever free.