Not Evie or George.
Not his grandma.
Not his friend Savannah.
Not his friend Maddie.
Not Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny.
It is this sweet, beautiful, young lady named Shelby who once lived with us for approximately six months while she finished up her degree at TCU.
Despite the fact that she's a dead ringer for Keira Knightly from Pirates of the Caribbean (sans the accent and a drop of makeup), she is also one of my favorite people too. She is kind, considerate, funny, and so much more. She lived with us when Luke was only three, but he remembers the fact that she would roll him in a blanket like a burrito, throw pillows at him, chase him, play peek-a-boo, and generally entertain him. If I even mention that she's coming over, he gets excited and tells Evie, "Remember!? She throws pillows at us!"
He is like a giddy school girl and, I swear, if he was a poodle he would pee on the floor at the mere mention of her name. Evie was actually too young to remember Shelby because Evie was only just learning to walk when Shelby moved in with us, but Evie even likes to get in on the fun with Shelby.
We don't get to see Shelby much these days because she now lives in Dallas. Still, we cherish our moments with her and always look forward to her visits. She visited us a few months ago and we had to pry Luke off of her when it was time for her to leave.
Here's a video of them hanging out on the couch, spitting on each other - a typical game between Shelby and Luke - filled with love and laughter.
Shelby, thanks for being a part of our lives.