My Sister's Keeper

One of my favorite photos, or maybe it's only a memory, is of greeting Afton at the Stapleton Airport when she returned from Illinois by herself. You had missed her so much, so very much. She was 7, you 6, and we were walking behind you as we went through the terminal, you with your arm protectively, lovingly around her shoulder. You looked like miniature grown ups. Sooo sweet. My first airport tears.