Fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On a-Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

Fill my heart with song

Let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, in other words

I love ... you

-Frank Sinatra

I was out with my mom and my brother one day, driving around, as far as I remember having a grand old time, when my brother said, "Yep, I am going to be an astronaut when I grow up." I smiled and told him it was a brilliant plan not including the fact that NASA had just set up their last ship, and the program was basically over with. Why crush that right now, right? Soon after he said this, he asked me what month came after October. Oh my little brother. So, I asked him if he knew the song. You know, the song we all learned. The song which some of us still use to figure out which month follows October? Several times of singing it with him, I said he should sing it alone. And he went like this; January, February, March and April, May, June, July and August, September..... November? Nope Max, remember the whole, what comes after October question?

This conversation didn't phase me until a few days later. How could I expect Max to be able to become an astronaut in a dying program. But how could I expect him to be able to do this without knowing when November came? It won't happen. Thats how. But he still believes he can. So why shouldn't I? Dreams are what makes us who we are. Without them I don't think we would know what to do with ourselves. So to my little brother who wants to be an astronaut. If you ever are unsure of when November is, I will always be here to tell you. Because if we all know when that is, I believe we can do anything.