She glanced down at the picture and felt the weight of it press down on her chest. Her tiny body was airborne - flying… she had wings then. The round fat dimples punctured the smooth white skin of her baby hands. Her arms were stretched out from her body, hands waving, miniature fingers spread in amazement, alarm, joy. Her red curls bobbed around her tiny doll face, her mouth rounded into a happy "O". Her bright eyes focused on her father below her. His big hands reaching up to her, ready to catch his little girl as she returned to cling to his blue and green checkered flannel shirt. His eyes were laughing at her.