Butterflies, Butterflies, Butterflies, Oh My

This summer, the first summer of Wesly's death, I see butterflies everywhere.  When I drive home from work, I see 5-10 butterflies in front of my car.  Usually it's more often when I am talking to him.  I believe spirits ask permission to temporarily take over butterflies for a few moments, because they are so pure, it must be easier than other creatures.  How amazing it must be as a spirit to be able to do that. 

The abnormally high number of butterflies I see every day is  a definate sign that he is with us and always will be.  Wesly is part of us and wants us to know how much he loves us.  Butterflies are our special sign, what is yours?