A bunny for Bunny

We had some very special guests at our house this year for Thanksgiving. My closest friend, whom I consider a sister, came to visit from Houston with her family. While we see them every time we are in Houston, they hadn’t been here in 6 years. It was wonderful to have them here and spend so much time with them. We couldn’t have asked for a better holiday, and I am so thankful that they were able to be here. The holiday was one of the awesome days where the weather is perfect and everything falls nearly effortlessly into place. The guys smoked a missive amount of meat (only a little of which was turkey!), and the girls cooked up a feast of sides in the kitchen. Hubby took family photos for our friends, and dinner was accompanied in grand little boys fashion by a lengthy trip to the bathroom from one guy and a hilarious potty accident announced by the completely inappropriate removal of everything but his shirt whilst still at the table out of another little guy. I still laugh when I think about our 3 year old standing on the bench in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner and dropping his drawers!

My friend’s daughter in affectionately known as Bunny. I decided to make her a bunny, complete with red felt cowboy boots. She arrived wearing her own red boots, and, unbeknownst to me, she has a collection of bunnies. I’m thrilled that she was able to add this one to her collection, and I’m more thrilled that she liked it.

I really enjoyed making the bunny for Bunny, but it paled in comparison to getting to spend so very much quality time with such amazing peeps. Oh, to get to do it all over again!

1 Response to “A bunny for Bunny”

  1. 1 joie
    January 9, 2012 at 5:41 am

    That was perhaps the best bunny of all (next to our own Bunny)! It was without question the best Thanksgiving. As long as I live, I will never forget turning my head and coming face to nekkid booty with young sir. I look forward to sharing that story with his new bride someday. I also liked how Uncle J offered to drop his own drawers at the table as an act of solidarity. Even when they are men, boys will still be boys! Thanks for the rabbit and thanks for the memories!

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