Turns out, I wasn’t the only one enamored by Max when he came for his Christmas visit. For my niece Cecilia, it was love at first sight. Well, for Cecilia anyways.
I’m not quite sure if that is love in Max’s eyes. It looks something more akin to fear. panic. claustrophobia. pain. A plea for help. As in..”lady, put down your big camera and save me from this strangely strong grip belonging to a angelic, white-haired, cherub child.”
but it could be love.
Praying for Max’s forgiveness,