As a little girl I was really into bunnies. Really really into bunnies. I'm told I had a veritable posse of imaginary pals which I referred to as "My Bunny Friends."
For Halloween when I was four, five? I was, you guessed it, a bunny. So I had this costume. One day, not halloween, I came downstair ready for kindergarten dressed in said costume (along with my favorite pair of cowboy boots) and announced to my mother "Some days I just feel like bein' a bunny."
My mom shrugged and said "Ok" and let me go. The teacher took me around to show the other teachers and principle and everyone. I felt like a rockstar. Or the five-year-old equivalent.
My mom recently posted a picture of me in this costume on facebook, which brought this memory to mind, and made me appreciative of the kind of mother I was blessed with. Also I thought it might be fun to draw.
I am so grateful for my mother. She is the greatest example of love and service that I have ever known. She filled our house with music and pets and art and fun when I was growing up. She's always supported me in whatever I chose to do, chose to be. Be it bunny... or pony rider... or veterinarian... or artist.
I love you Mom. Thank you for everything.
