What an overloading of senses. What a gift. I urged the girls outside for a garden tour, and together we explored. Moments later, I noticed a subtle dip in the grass and stepped closer. A baby rabbit was hidden in our own backyard, nestled in a high tuft of grass.
I immediately declared that the bunny was a he, and upon this declaration Brooke immediately named him Rose. The girls crouched down to study him. There was no touching, just watching. Just amazement.
Before dinner I returned outside once more, knowing that Rose likely would have left in search of his real nest. Just in case he returned, though, my daughter prepared a small treat.
It's a gift, she said. In case he's hungry.
Yes, today it all was a gift.