Mickey Rabbit

We just recently put together a playroom for the kids. (Pictures coming, I promise!) Once it had been set up, an old, obviously loved black-and-white stuffed rabbit came up from a box in the basement.

"That's the rabbit you had as a kid, isn't it?" I said to my husband.

"Yeah," he said. "Mickey Rabbit. Did I ever tell you the story of Mickey Rabbit?"

"No."

"Well, one night," he said, "We were driving back to the beach from Disney World, where we'd spent the day. I was asleep, but my dad saw something beside the road, flipped a U turn, went back because he thought it might be a hurt animal, like a little dog, that needed some help. But it wasn't a dog--it was Mickey Rabbit. When I woke up, he was on my chest, and when we got home my mom washed him and we were inseparable after that."

My husband's dad--he was a tough cookie. But I love the image of him going out of his way to help some poor creature, and ending up with a cherished toy for his small son.

XOXO