Her Name Is Ella

She looked over my shoulder earlier this week while I was blogging and sighed “I have a name…I’m more than a number.” I explained to her about google and the internet and her own privacy, and she shook her head at me. “They’re all praying for me with a number….I have a name.”

And she’s right. She does.

Her name is Ella.

If you’re going to pray for her, worry for her, and help us look for answers….the least we can do is tell you her name.

I asked her to select a picture that she thought looked like her and she chose this one:

before the arthritis…before the scooter accident that knocked out her permanent teeth and broke her jaw…just her…strong and healthy. It’s the girl she hopes to be again someday, and the person she still is in her own mind.

But I also like this one:

Older…stronger in so many ways…the bravest person I know.

She’s been complaining lately that, even though she’s crazy shy, she misses people. She’s starting to feel a little cooped up here in the house and the few places that she can easily go.

So she’s started a blog. Not much writing if any, just her artwork. She spends a lot of time drawing…she needs it the same way that I need to write…it’s visceral to us.

If you have some time, stop by and tell her hi. Look at the wondrous things she creates.

I asked her what she’d like the world to learn about her and she shrugged and then said “I’m more than arthritis and weak legs. That’s nothing about me.”

She’s right. She’s not a number or the condition of her legs. She’s my amazing girl, and I’m thrilled to be able to share her with the world.

Go here for her blog

Doodles