"Aunt Margaret!" a three year old Erin Hunnicutt squealed before launching herself into the nurse's arms. Margaret laughed and gave the little girl a tight hug. Though she'd known the child only a few days, she felt that they'd been acquainted much longer. It was good to see that Erin felt the same way.
B.J. had introduced her to his daughter using the fictitious title, but she had no protest. Her sister had children, and she loved her real nieces and nephews, but already she felt closer to Erin. To those children she was bound by blood, but with B.J., with all the members of their old camp, she shared something deeper.
In his words there had been an offer. They had developed a profound connection in that Korean hell, and though it had changed upon coming home, B.J.'s offer of family showed her that it wouldn't be neglected.
She was grateful to him for sharing his family, for allowing her to be a part of it. B.J.'s little daughter was precious, and she was determined and excited to be there for her growing up years. Margaret had an aunt's advice to offer on everything from lipstick to boys to combat training.
Erin was carefully explaining the picture she'd drawn, pointing out key figures and indecipherable shapes. Margaret smiled and hugged the small girl again, thankful and content.
