Sally is not just a name but a character that Eden refuses to break; she's Sally, and she's 6. Eden is her little sister and Silas is her "5 year old big brother," and apparently we are all staying at her house. There is a cat, "kitty bell," and dog "ruf ruf" that is yellow and white striped. I haven't met either. And -- most delightfully for me -- Sally knows how to buckle her seat belt herself. Miracle.
This week, Sally met Tinkerbell, Silvermist, and Dawn (all fairies) at Disneyland, and when each one bent down with her beautiful disney-fied face to meet Eden and ask what her name was, I watched Eden look shyly into their eyes and say, "Sally."
On Friday she asked me to write a note to her teachers, which she dictated:
Dear Miss Niki and Miss Tiffany,
Now that my name is Sally and Eden's at the donut shop, why doesn't my mom come back? You can call me Sally but my real name IS Sally, ok?
So that really cleared things up and was returned with a message from the teacher saying that for safety reasons they are not allowed to call a child a different name at school. Sally was less than thrilled.
All weekend Sally has stayed with us, and in the mountains with several family friends she had them all calling her Sally by the end of the trip. And last night (the four of us shared a room) I heard her say in her sleep, in a crystal clear voice: "I am big Sally!"
Yesterday in town, Eden told the old guy Richard who owns the moccasin store that her name is Sally, which made me kind of feel like I was a liar when he looked up at me beaming and said, "I love the name Sally!"
No matter how many times I call her Eden in a day, each time she patiently says, "I'm Sally, you bebember?"
Sally she is.