To the Max

My brother and his wife were stunned when, at age 46, they were told they were going to be parents for the second time. 

Their first-born, at 13, was also stunned to hear the news she was going to become a sister.

Fortunately, it was Max who made his appearance, so everyone was cool. (Even though my brother grimaced when he took Max for his first haircut and the barber called him "grandpa.")

Here we are, 18 years later, and Max is graduating from high school. Through the wonder that is Facebook, I've been able to follow him on his adventures through scouting, music and high school. Through photos and stories, it's been possible to know Max better, even though he lives in a different city and I only see him once a year or so. It is surprising that so much can be told through a social media device that mostly features pictures of cats and dogs and squirrels and people doing ridiculous things.

Thanks for allowing me to "friend" you, Maxwell. I'm proud to be called your aunt. And I look forward to following you through college and beyond to the someday when you are also called "meteorologist."

As long as you're on Facebook, I'll be there with you, come rain or shine!