At the aquarium, the kids raced from one exhibit to the next, just as they’d done at the zoo. Emily and I trailed behind, keeping an eye on them. As we followed, I couldn’t help noticing the glances that Emily drew from other men. Most of them were with their own families and were circumspect – I’m not sure Emily noticed at all – but I found myself attuned to the way people reacted to her in a way I hadn’t before.

We finished our tour of the aquarium, the biggest hits for the kids being the sharks, sea turtles, sea horses, and the octopus. Just as we were stepping out the door onto the promenade, I heard music drifting out of an open door marked as an employee entrance.

The song that was on came to an end, and a radio DJ came on the air, announcing the song coming up: JD Eicher’s “Two by Two.” I paused.

“Did you hear that, London? There’s a song called ‘Two by Two.’ Just like your favorite book.”

“Is it about animals?”

“I don’t know,” I said. The DJ was still talking and I turned to Emily. “She was supposed to have her recital tonight. She wanted to be the butterfly.”

“Right now, I am a butterfly,” London announced, letting her wings catch the evening breeze.

“Well, since it’s date night, would you like to dance with me?”

“Yes!”

A moment later, the song started, and I took London’s hands. By that time, the sun was low in the sky, twilight turning the world sepia colored. Aside from Emily and Bodhi, we had the promenade to ourselves.

I found the lyrics strangely affecting as I danced with my daughter. She swayed and bounced and held my hands, revealing flashes of the young woman she would become, and the innocent girl she still was.

It was, I realized, the first dance I’d ever shared with my daughter, and I didn’t know when or if it would happen again. I couldn’t imagine dancing with her in a few years – by then, the idea would probably embarrass her – so I lived in the moment and gave myself over to the dance, thankful for yet another wonder at the end of an already unforgettable week.

“That was the most touching thing I’ve ever seen,” Emily said to me as we walked to the car. “I took some photos with my phone. I’ll text them to you later.”

“It was pretty special,” I agreed, still drifting on the melody of the song. “I’m just glad Bodhi didn’t try to cut in.”

“That wouldn’t happen. I asked him to dance, but he said no. Then, he told me he found a snail and he wanted me to pick it up.”

“Little boys and little girls are certainly different, aren’t they?”

“You get sugar and spice and everything nice,” she said, referring to the nursery rhyme. “Meanwhile, I get the snail.”

“No puppy-dog tails, though.”

“That’s only because he couldn’t find one.”

I laughed. “I’ll bet the kids are starving.”

“I’m starving, too.”

“The real question is whether we let them pick where we eat, or whether we get to pick.”

“Just a warning that if we don’t find something quickly, Bodhi might start getting cranky. And once that happens, you don’t want to be anywhere in the vicinity.”

“So… Chick-fil-A?”

“Bingo,” she said.

Needless to say, the kids were thrilled.

London was still wired when we finally got home, but her energy level started to crash by the time she was in her pajamas. I called Vivian and let London FaceTime with her for a few minutes; afterward, I decided to read Two by Two. As I finished, I remembered that Emily had promised to text the photographs of the two of us dancing. Pulling out my phone, I saw that she had, and quickly scrolled through them with London.

“Don’t we look good?”

London took the phone from me and stared at the photos.

“You can’t see my face because my hair is in the way.”

“That’s because you were looking at my feet,” I said. “That’s okay. I was looking at my feet, too.”

She continued to scrutinize the images. As she did, I remembered the photos I’d removed from the house and made a mental note to print one of these and have it framed.

London handed the phone back to me.

“What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“There’s art class, of course. And after that, we’re going to see Nana and Papa. Is there anything else you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“You could help me clean the hamster cage.”

“No thanks. It’s kind of icky.”

Right. Smelly, too, I thought. “Let’s see what you’re in the mood to do when you wake up tomorrow,” I said, tucking the covers around her.

I kissed her goodnight and went back downstairs. I turned on the TV, but the photos that Emily had taken seemed to call to me. I pulled out my phone again and lingered over the images with a smile on my face, more grateful than ever to be the father to such an amazing little girl.

Emily waved as soon as I walked into art class with London the following morning. London ran over to hug her, then went to chase down Bodhi.

“That was fun last night,” she said. “I think we’re a good team when it comes to keeping the kids entertained.”

“Agreed,” I said, reflecting that I’d been happily entertained as well. “And thanks for the photos – I’m probably going to get one or two framed. Even with just an iPhone, you clearly have an artist’s eye.”