When I think of Michael, the word that pops into my mind
most is “lucky”. No, Mike doesn’t have
the winning lottery numbers… the word lucky applies to me. I am beyond grateful that the boy with the ponytail
and intense stare grew to be such an amazing man, and that the amazing man
picked me. He is the yin to my yang, the
calm to my storm. My perfect balance. I
cannot imagine my life without him at the center of it.
Our story goes like this:
For 25 years, we grew up 5 minutes down the road from each other. Our lives crossed paths at high school
parties and Doylestown bars, but neither of us were quite ready for the other
yet. Then, finally… we just were. During the next 5 years we dated, moved into
an apartment in Jenkintown, bought a house in Hatboro, adopted two cats and got
engaged. Over the last 5 years we got
married, had a baby boy, moved across country and had a baby girl. We have laughed, cried, argued, made up,
worried, rejoiced, dreamed and come through it all, together.
Mike can pick me up when I’m down, he can feed me when I’m
hungry (don’t underestimate the importance of this), and he is all my children
could ever want and need in a father.
Mike, as the pillow on our couch reads, “I feel lucky every
day I’m with you.” Love you Babe.
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| Greece! |
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| The Villages! |
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| Mike gets his PhD! |
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| Baby #1 |
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| Baby #2! |
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| 2014 |
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