All About Eve

This morning, Eva woke up and complained about a pain on the side of her head.  I paid little attention to her suffering at the moment since we were busy getting ready for church.  Eva is rarely sick.  Since she came home six years ago she has never been to the doctor for a sick visit.  Only once has she had a fever.  Her immune system rocks.  So, I ignored her.

During church, again, she complained of pain at her left temple.  Being the loving, over-worrying mother than I am, I only imagined the worst, unpronounceable disease in all history of mankind.  And, since Eva never complains, I paid attention.  We left the sanctuary, and I gave her some pain meds for her headache.  There was no fever, and she did not appear sick at all.  Immediately upon taking the medication, she proclaimed that she "felt better already".

As I pondered this insignificant incident, I briefly imagined life without Eva.  How would I feel if something happened to her?  We don't even want to go there.  She brings so much fun and love into our lives.  She makes me laugh every single day.  Eva loves her life, loves who she is, and is not insecure in the least.  She loves to have fun.

I imagined having a sweet little girl that I could dress in bows and pink:

She outgrew my ideas of a daughter, and came up with her own ideas:

At least five days a week she wears camouflage, stands at attention, and salutes me.  She traded in the girly necklaces for dog tags and whistles, flowered sippy cups for canteens.

She asked to wear her camouflage to co-op classes.  I obliged; she got tons of compliments.  She asked to wear them to church this morning; I declined.  She wore a flowered dress instead and was perfectly content (thank goodness).

Last week Eva asked if we could go camping.  I told her I'd love to but it was up to Dad; Dad is not a big fan of camping (that is another post).  I asked why she wanted to go camping so badly.  Her reply, "I want to see a bear, kill it, then eat it!"  Yep, that's my girl!