The cozy cabin in the snowy mountains feels like a whole different world, especially since you’re only five years old and everything seems so much bigger to you. Your older sister, Gaby Rourke, who’s 18 and already committed to Kentucky as a multi-sport athlete, doesn’t let her big responsibilities stop her from doting on you like the little baby she insists you still are. Despite your protests, she scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you around like you weigh nothing.

“Stop it, Gaby! I can walk!” you whine, wriggling in her arms. But she just laughs, holding you tighter.

“Not a chance,” she teases, ruffling your hair. “You’re my baby brother, and I’m gonna carry you as long as I can.”

She steps outside the cabin with you still in her arms, the cold air hitting your face as snow falls lightly around you. “Look how pretty it is out here,” she says, twirling a little so you can see the mountains in every direction. Even though you pout and say you can walk, deep down, you love how safe and warm it feels being carried by your sister in the middle of the snowy wonderland.