my mom still can’t read this book out loud without crying. apparently it’s hereditary.

i’m only one of four (not one of 21), but i still imagined my mother as heroic as the bunny mother in this story.

it’s an easter story. even an easter story about bunnies. but it manages, in its simple way, to capture the essence of easter: the newness of life, the giving of oneself, the opening of heart.

it’s a must have for your little one’s shelf.