Dear Buster,
As I sit down to welcome you to this world, suddenly, Simon and Garfunkel’s “The only living boy in New York” came on my playlist. And wouldn’t you know it…YOU were born today – a little boy – in New York City. As you grow up to get to know me, you’ll learn that I love symbolic coincidences. Gives life little pleasures to always look out for.
Back to you, I’m so happy you have joined our family. Your Dad, my oldest brother, has been waiting for you since I could remember. A little boy to bring to baseball games and introduce him to Nirvana.
You’ll be immersed in a fast paced culture, but your Mom will teach the ways of the city in no time. She is intelligent, chic, and can hold her own. She loves your Dad more than any other woman I’ve seen love another person, so her love for you is going to be out of this world.
While your life in NYC will be a fun adventure, your other extended family will be on the west coast waiting for every chance we get to be with you. You’ve got Mimi and Papa 
(your grandparents who are socialites – much like your parents – who will teach you about old movies, classic music, and all things sports). Your Aunt Court and I will try and spoil you every way we know how, even if we are far away. We’ll also try and give you as much advice as possible – and tell you stories about how your Dad used to torture us as kids. Your Uncle Andrew will show you at the cool kids are up to, and tell you when to move from Facebook to Snapchat. Your cousin Avery will teach you the lay of the land – and how to wrap this family up around your finger – because she’s got that one on lock down.
I’m excited to see the places you go, the things you learn, the adventures you experience, and love that you’ll feel.
You are one lucky boy, Buster, or whatever your name will soon be.
But for now, you are Buster to me, and probably always will be.
Until we meet.
With Love,
Aunt Megs
With Love, Aunt Megs 