The first family reunion of my in-laws that I went to, my incredibly patient then-fiance and I were walking through a forest together in the Smoky Mountains, and suddenly a single blue butterfly danced around my head. Later, we came across a swarm of the most beautiful blue butterflies that you’ve ever seen, just sunning themselves in the dappled patches of sunlight.

I didn’t ask, but I’m sure that one of the butterflies was named Walter.