Finding Joy in Small Moments

It’s really, really hot outside. It’s so humid that going outside feels like taking a nice long walk through a bowl of soup.

A hurricane is on its way up the coast, washing away our planned boating trip off of Cape Cod.

My local hospital and doctor’s offices have been completely screwing up the first potentially serious procedure I’ve ever had to have done.

And I just finished an 8-week excruciating process to wean off of a medication that helped me with pain, sleep, and anxiety.

I’m cranky, kids. I’m wicked cranky.

But you know what?

We got bunnies this year!

I’ve lived out here in semi-rural Massachusetts for over thirty years. I’m used to seeing deer out there. Don’t get me started on the ever-present squirrels, chipmunks, moles, voles, mice, and raccoons. We see skunks, foxes, and coyotes. We’ve even had bears a few times.

But this summer is the summer of the bunny rabbit. Adorable, soft, bright-eyed little bunnies are everywhere, twitching their little bunny noses and flashing those little white puffball tails. We have bunnies living under fallen brush, beneath the branches of our overgrown rhododendron, and snuggling in the tall grass at the edge of the yard.