

| The continuing years of the Discovery Series storyline as the family gets ready for a big event. The family storyteller gathers up some photos and shares a perspective on the past. (including a "photo album" scrapbook) GSR/Yo!Bling/Etc. *Rated PG for Most Everyone. |
| LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY |
| Max & Amanda |
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| Everybody always wants to know what it’s like being married to a certified genius. But I never get a chance to answer, because Max always says, “It’s the best thing I ever did, because she makes me smarter, too.” He’s just funny like that. Now, neither one of us is below the curve on the intelligence scale, but everyone knows that Max is the genius. He’s scary smart, which is even more impressive considering who he grew up with. His parents are crazy smart, and so is his Aunt Steph. But Max is smart on a scale that even scares the government. He’s borderline evil genius smart. Lucky for us, his family is also super awesome, and they nurtured him just right, so there’s no chance of that happening. Especially not with me on the job. I’m far from stupid myself, but I never had the drive that Max does. Yeah, I went to college early like him, and my family encouraged me to keep going, but it just wasn’t as important to me. You see, Max and I had a lot of things in common, including how much older our parents were when they had us. And I wanted something different for my life. Max and I met when we were both scared teenagers going to UCLA. When we weren’t cracking books, or working in a lab, we were on the beach with our families, surfing and having a good time. Max was staying with his Uncle Greg’s family while he was in L.A. and my folks lived just down the block. It was perfect. It was perfect, right up until Max announced our engagement at our graduation party. I thought for sure my Dad was going to blow a gasket, and Max’s Dad got really quiet. If it wasn’t for his twin cousins and his big sister, I think the whole thing could have gotten ugly. After all, we were only eighteen and Max was off to MIT in the fall. Lilli was the one who set everyone straight. She told their Dad that if Max was any other eighteen year old hot shot she would have been the first person to call shenanigans on the whole thing. But Max was Max, and he and I had been together for almost four years. Then the twins told the whole party they should just be glad we wanted to get married instead of going off to Massachusetts and shacking up the way most eighteen year olds did. After my mother cleaned off the punch she’d just spit all over my father, she agreed with them. I applied to the Harvard Business School for an MBA, and we got married on the beach in Marina Del Rey before we moved to the other side of the country for grad school. And we have a great life in Boston now. While Max was blowing the doors off of every theoretical physics lab in the world, I was wiping baby spit up off of my graduation robes. As I make sure Tommy isn’t going to set the house on fire trying to be like his Daddy, Max is leading his field in research. And when I was giving birth to our adorable little princess, I was also in the middle of brokering a deal for the application of one of Max’s discoveries with the Jet Propulsion Lab in California. Nobody ever had to worry about us, because we weren’t just any eighteen year old kids. We’re happy and we’re together, and we have the rest of our lives to help our kids find the exact same thing. Now, if I could just figure out how to get Max to remember birthdays, my world would be an even better place. |