My inner bunny is rejoicing for you. Now, I get all these animals mixed up, but here is a bunny story, I think. We had a long trip home, and the final leg of the journey was taking the air-train from JFK-NY airport ( in the midst of holiday bustle) to the long term parking lot. I was in full indedependent mode, and grateful that the kids are of an age where they could pick up their end of things. I am standing up, hanging onto the pole...it's sort of a subway atmosphere..and H is on one side and I am on the other, while the kids found seats. Typical stuff. But here is something new...my H walks over and puts his arm around me as we muddle through the ride. Hooray for the bunny...she got fed a carrot! She is still alive!
