Epcot has always been my sister’s favorite Disney park, and though I didn’t understand that as a child (boring!), it grew on me over the years. Now it’s my favorite too. Even through all of its recent changes, I still see her there. I’ve gone without her more times than I can count in adulthood, and yet she’s always been there somehow. With me. In memory, yes, but in some bigger spiritual way too.

Going together as adults was so different than all those years ago, but just as fulfilling. We talked about our lives, the good and the bad, between excited bouts of “Look at that plant!” because we both have homes now. We both have gardens, and though I’m still learning how to care for a whole yard without it overwhelming me, her garden is her therapy. It shows in its abundant, meticulous beauty. It shows when her eyes light up and her voice lifts a whole octave at the mere sight of a flower she’s never seen before. I share that excitement because it is exciting, but more so because it is her excitement. And that’s a beautiful thing to see.