When Kurt and I were pretty sure we were getting married, I gave him a teddy bear with huge feet. The plan was to replace the bear with babies with big feet. As the babies began to arrive their feet weren't fat and round, they were long and skinny--bunny feet. Like all good moms, I collected stories to read to them that shored up their sense of unconditional love, Runaway Bunny was a natural addition.
It's that time when good bunnies get ready to run. I am watching as each one gathers up tools, and ideas, and love to use as they face the world. My job is to stay out of the way and to refrain from locking them in any closets. I've decided I'm the bunny tree, and I will wait for them to fly home--when they're ready.
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