Between Bruises and Blooms

Before the world knew you were growing,

you were already
my little Emmy Bunny—

all quick smiles,
curious eyes,
and a heart
too gentle for this world
to ever deserve.

You ran through Halloweens
like every doorstep
held another adventure.

You built whole worlds
from tiny bricks,
held them up with pride,
and somehow taught me
that imagination
is its own kind of courage.

Year after year,
your face has changed,
your hair has grown,
your shoulders have stretched
toward becoming a young man.

But every photograph
still whispers the same thing:

There’s Emmy Bunny.

The boy who made me laugh
when I wanted to cry.

The boy whose hugs
could quiet storms
without saying a word.

One day,
someone will meet
the man you become.

But I was lucky enough
to know the little boy first—

the one who filled my arms,
my home,
and every corner of my heart.

To the rest of the world,
you’ll keep growing.

To me,

you will always be
my Emmy Bunny. 🐇💚