raab and the baby-bunny

once upon a time, there was a rabbit named raab.
each week raab told stories about God to kittens and uni-corns at the church of cats.
raab’s life was quiet, orderly, clean and predictable, and he liked it that way.
and then, one winter night while raab was telling stories to the kittens, he received an urgent message from his wife-
she was going to have a baby-bunny!

raab was excited and afraid.

“what kind of daddy will I be to this baby-bunny?
will I be too busy with the kittens and the uni-corns?”
but raab was afraid of something bigger- he was afraid his heart was too small.
his heart was so full of love for God and his wife, the kittens and the uni-corns-
would there be any room left for love for his baby-bunny?
would the baby bunny take raab’s love away from everyone else?

and then the day finally arrived- a baby-bunny was born- a baby-girl-bunny.

raab named her jenny. jenny-the-bunny.
she was all white, with pink eyes and a pink nose and pink on the inside of her ears.
her pink nose wiggled as she breathed.
raab was overwhelmed with love and joy-
and as he held her, he experienced something he had never experienced before:
his heart began to grow.
now there was plenty of room for jenny-the-bunny
and there was more room- and raab found that with room in his heart
he loved his wife even more and he loved God even more-
he loved everyone even more!
raab held jenny in his arms and whispered into her ear-
“mommy carried you for so long- and now its finally my turn to carry you-
and I don’t want to let you go”

raab’s clean and quiet world became messy and noisy with jenny’s toys and laughter-

but raab didn’t mind at all-
jenny danced all over raab’s little rabbit hole- and raab laughed and danced with her.
raab found that boring things that he used to do were now fascinating with jenny.
watching her yawn or sneeze or smile kept him entertained for hours.

one morning, jenny was chomping away at carrots-
raab said to her- “jenny, can I have a hug?”
jenny hopped over and hugged raab, still chomping away-
as he hugged her, he could hear her heartbeat, her breathing, her chomping-
and he thought to himself- “its still early in the morning, but its already been
the perfect day.”

in the days to come, raab and jenny shared many adventures,

and many special times together
jenny loved to ride horses and to meet bears.

sometimes jenny got mad at raab-

she had a special way of expressing that.
one night, jenny was angry with raab
when it was time to say goodbye to her friends the horses-
raab just held her, smiled and whispered into her ear
“even when you’re angry with me, you are still my source of joy.”

when the uni-corns and the kittens met jenny they said,

“cool a baby-bunny!”
“when do we get to bunny-sit, raab-the-rabbi-rabbit?”
raab paused and said “I’ll get back to you on that…”