I just put my sister on a plane and drove home through a waterfall of tears. I probably won't see her again until she has completed a semester of college in New York and has been transformed into Cool New York College Student. I have this fear that sometime in the next few years she's going to take a long look at me and for the first time in her young life think, "she's not nearly as cool as I thought she was when I was six...boy, what was I thinking?!" And that's when she's going to know that the big sister she grew up worshipping and trying to dress like is really a big geek who reads self-help books cuz she really needs them. In reality, she probably realized this long ago.

Just for today, I love my little sister.