When Elizabeth was still too young to pick flowers, I bought a vase like this one at a yard sale. I thought that at three inches high it would be perfect for the bouquets of clover and dandelion that I knew I would one day be presented with. Over the years my little bunny vase has held many flowers picked by chubby hands. It still sits on my kitchen windowsill.
Long before my first grandchild was on her way but after Lizzie and Justin had gotten married, I saw an identical vase at a thrift shop for 59 cents. I snatched it up right away! I thought Lizzie would enjoy carrying on the tradition of the bunny vase. I tucked it away until needed, and last spring I sent it to her as part of her baby shower gift. Last week while visiting and helping with their move, I took Arane outside and together we picked wild daisies from the yard for her mother. At first they went into an empty jar, but as soon as the bunny vase was uncovered from its packing box, the daisies were moved to their new home. Isn't it sweet?
|Bonus picture of the baby thrown in just for the adorableness of it|
|The Prince and the Pea|