When I was in my mid/late 20s, my father gave me a stuffed bunny, along with some fancy chocolates, four Easters in a row. I secretly loved that, despite being all grown up, the mythical holiday bigwigs still had their part in my life. However, I felt a bit silly putting my floppy-eared toys on display. I'm just not that kind of girl.
True to my father's good taste in gifts, these were some rather lovely bunnies. Adorable and girly and tea party-worthy. But each year, as the Easter holiday season passed, I would tuck my newest acquisition into a blue plastic storage bin, figuring that someday I'd be able to find them a proper home.
Enter, Craigslist.
I posted an ad looking for someone to help me give these bunnies a new home. And per usual, I wanted to know why they were interested in my bunnies. They may be stuffed animals, but they my stuffed animals, and were given with love. They needed to go to the right home.
I received a few inquiries, but only one felt right. It was from a gentleman from Wellesley, who had a two-year-old granddaughter named Chloe, with a sibling on the way. He assured me that his granddaughter would give my old bunnies the love a stuffed animal deserves (and that Chloe's mother would ensure they remained well cared for). Sold.
Fast-forward to noon today, when Bob, the gentleman from Wellesley, met me in front of my workplace. I handed over a Nordstrom shopping bag full bunnies (and one tiny little stuffed bumble bee that had come from my mother), and he presented me with a bouquet of tulips and daffodils as a thank you. Such a pleasant little surprise that totally brightened my day.
Just goes to show, random acts of kindness are indeed contagious . . .
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