Mama rabbit. She gets the best seat. The front basket on a little pink bicycle. They turn the corner and the wind tossles her terry cloth fur. She has amazing sustaining powers. You see, Mama Rabbit can hang anywhere for hours on end with no wavering, no complaining, and no sweat beads on her forehead. Notice how she holds her hands together, composed like she is sitting on the front pew on a Sunday morning. She has magnets in her hands. The main reason for her magnets is to hold her tiny baby who has magnets in his head. Baby rabbit remains on a shelf high up on the wall, clean and safe.

I knew by the way she parked her bicycle sideways, it wouldn't last.
Her childhood that is. The days are fleeting. One by one, we get closer to *the day*. First day at kindy is approaching very fast. What a bittersweet moment.

And they danced. And giggled. And shook their tailfeathers. :)

It's the everyday moments that make life so very extraordinary. She is extraordinary.