Out of my large family, Evie had many to choose from to be her 'favorite.' With Abby, there was no question it was Auntie....um, I mean 'Miss B.' Abby loved her Auntie 'B' so much that when Auntie was around it was like the rest of us didn't exist. Even now, when Abby is particularly angry at me for some sort of Parental indescretion, she tells me "I'm going to live with Auntie!"
I almost assumed that Evie would love Auntie B the best too, but I was wrong wrong wrong.
So who does Evie love the best? My curmudgeon brother. Her "Unkie Don." The grumpy one. The man who can single-handedly give you the stink eye and shit finger at the same time. And when I say that she loves him, I mean she loves him.
Her eyes light up, she jumps up and down and squeals like a 5 year old girl who just got her first pony. (Yeah, I know that squeal.) She wraps her arms around his legs and holds him close, then runs away for a game of peek-n-boos. (If he doesn't follow, she shrieks his name and waves her arms about like a life-boat survivor.)
To his credit, he goes along with it every time, no matter how long the day or what list needs to be done.
It's amazing to see, and wonderful, and a bit puzzling all at the same time. :)