BUNNi made this paper airplane few weeks ago while she was still three years old. Clearly it was accidental (unless she is some kind of mensa genius) but the fact that she has perfectly written (so beautifully) the word ‘poetic’ on this paper airplane, that glides so delicately through the air, is nothing short of poetry to me. It is poetry in motion, literally.
Bunni continues to surprise me in ways I could never have imagined, just like my Bear. They are wondrous little creatures who may be responsible for my grey hair but they are still the best little shooting stars that I’ve ever had the pleasure of catching.