So this post is really about Eva.
Sure, after Levi downed three full-on tacos (by full-on I mean with soy protein) we went outside and played a round of watch my butt in the parking lot. And it was awesome. Levi was the pioneer as the monkey on the light posts. They settle on post #14, with funny faces.
Eva gorged on her dad today. It was clear. Right away, she wanted to play teacher. This is her turning her chair around slowly, saying hello students. Seriously, she turned around and said "hello students" and sat with this look. I have video.
From here the evening took an interesting turn. After Levi beat me (legit) back at Christmas in Mario Kart, Eva beat me twice in Uno tonight. In a row. I love her statement that "you don't have enough cards" before she lays down the pick up 4.
Then we go full on dance party. Like add 3,500 steps to my fitbit party. We're dancing, and I'm loving it. All the memories of me and Eva came flooding back. Our first dance (recorded previously on this blog), and here we are mimicking each other in dance. Well, her doing something. Maybe I am mimicking. It was really a back and forth. She initiated the clasping of hands as we turn around to the beat of the music.
It came full force because I remembered, and Eva and I watched later tonight, the videos of me and her in Vietnam when she was a baby. At that time, I couldn't have ever imagined she'd turn into the girl she is. She rocks gymnastics, and can dance her dad into the ground. Among so many other things. Just think, in Spring 2010 she couldn't quite sit up on her own.
I got a little weepy tonight thinking about our time together in Vietnam. And how far she has came. One video where I was tickling her, showed that my hand was far larger than the width of her chest. I was obviously struck by it at the time to take the photo below. Not that she'll ever have hands my size (so few do), but holy moly. As someone said, she is a shining star.
She is amazing, I'm a little fearful for my ability to deal with just how far she will go.
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