As Eva and my husband were playing together earlier, I felt content and happy. Each laugh made my chest tighten with affection. These moments of happiness are what I live for every day.
My husband was pretending that he didn’t know who she was, and she responded, “It’s me, Eva,” through her giggles. He continued this game a little bit longer, and Eva said something that made my heart flutter for a moment.
We are about thirty-six hours away from our flight to California where Eva will spend a month away from us with her father. Her father is all she has been talking about for days now in anticipation of seeing him.
In this moment of play with her favorite step-father (step-Bubba, as she says), through her giggling and words she still found a way to to remind me for a moment how much she loves her life here.
It’s sad to admit, but I have been feeling insecure that maybe she will decide she likes her father’s house more than she likes it here, with me. I don’t want her to dislike her father’s house, but i most definitely want her to always want to come back to me.
As he asked her again who she was, her answer this time changed. She said, “It’s me, your kid”.
My heart fluttered. She is our kid, and I’m luckier than words can express to have her. That she so freely claims my husband as her Bubba, makes my heart swell with happiness and pride in both of them.
She repeated this several more times, and it was music to my ears each time. This is what I want for my daughter. I want her to feel loved, reasonably happy, and for her to have a sense of family and belonging.
We are hers and she is ours. What more could I ask for?