Neriah

My baby half-sister.

I don’t think it’s fair to place unsolicited value on a child, but her existence is an unsuspected power. She has, without conscious effort, wooed, mended, and bridged such damaged ground. 

Her smile is undoubtedly a blessing, and her name begs a question in me each time I hear it, Neriah, burning light of God. 

Dad and Neriah.
My sister Katie with Neriah.

Ty with Neriah, and peanut butter.

This image was taken by my dad, Tim Rife.  I wanted to include it in this series, for one because it’s stunning, but also because of the apparent connection between the two sisters.  I don’t have the original copy, so the quality isn’t the best, but I’ll see if I can snag it from him and replace it soon.