After introducing us to her friends, Idina showed us what all she'd been doing since we'd last seen her. She gave us a short tour of the grounds - the art building, the chapel, the volleyball "field"...everything. It was right around snack time, so we headed over to the dining building after we'd finished the tour.
The dining building was filled with girls, lots of them Idina's friends. I remember thinking how brave all these girls were, being out in Arizona without their families, many of them fighting to recover. As Idina laughed and waved to her friends, I was glad that Idina could be at the Ranch.
We got our snacks - I got water and red velvet cake - and we all sat down at a table together, Idina and Mom and Dad and me. Idina was practically jumping with excitement as she pointed to her plate. There was a piece of pumpkin pie with the tiniest amount of whipped cream I'd ever seen. "I felt extra brave today, so I asked for whipped cream on top!" Idina squealed, and my heart overflowed with pride. She really was doing well here.
We talked alot, and Mom mentioned my sickness the night before. "She was convinced she had the stomach flu," Mom said, and we all laughed, Idina right along with us. She reached over and squeezed my leg. "I'm so happy you're here."
I smiled back at Idina, still excited over the pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top. It represented her recovery from anorexia, and honestly, I couldn't ask for anything better.