Kim is married! The wedding was great. Despite a few intensely stressful moments, we pulled it off with no serious hiccups. Kim was happier than I've ever seen her.
After it was all over yesterday afternoon, we had one incident that made me so angry, my blood boiled. Eva was out playing with the ducks with Andrew and her little cousin Tyler. They were feeding them grass (is anyone else surprised that ducks are grass-eaters? I never knew...), and the duck went INSANE. He reached out his puny little neck through the fence and grabbed onto Eva's lip. He was latched on, pinching hard, and Andrew finally thumped him hard on the head and he let go.
Andrew brought Eva in the house, screaming and bleeding from her little mouth. Unfortunately, this only fueled my non-love of animals. I went into a rage and had every intention of going to kick the duck to death or snap its neck. (I did neither, so PETA, relax. Although I'm thinking of starting PETCD - People for the Ethical Treatment of Children by Ducks.)
She stopped bleeding, my anger subsided, and all was well. Although a few hours later, Eva was still talking about the "mean duck" who gave her an owie and we should kick it. (She kicked Grandpa as a demonstration of what she wanted to do to the duck. Where did she get that idea?)
This morning, she was talking about how the duck gave her kisses and she wanted to go feed it grass again. So forgiving - maybe I should learn from her. Because next time a duck attacks my daughter, it is ON.