The Many Faces of Michael
Laughing. It almost always starts with laughing.
Smiling, audacious and beguiling.
Sweet and savory, hugs and kisses, “I love you so much, Mom, I’m going to burst into flames!”
Wily and winsome.
Foot-stomping fierce and willful: pugnacious, precocious and brash. Fighting for fair, fighting for more, fighting for the sake of fighting.
Always surprising, never predictable. Dimpled, dictatorial, and charismatic. Like bees to honey, you draw them to you with your smile, your charm, and your silly faces.
Who will you become? Butcher, baker, candlestick maker…
Perhaps a doctor, like your uncle, disarming tots out of fears of white coats and stethoscopes.
A lawyer, arguing for truth, justice and the American way. You’ve practice at that, indeed.
An actor, trying personalities on the stage like you do in front of the mirror in your bedroom.
Circus performer? CEO?
There’s a great deal of power in that smile, in those dimples. Use it for good, not ill. Rule the world with kindness, joy and grace. Jump high, leap far, but don’t be afraid to look back. There’s an entire village back home that loves you and always will.
In the words of your dear Aunt Patty…. ¿cómo no?
Happy Birthday, sweet son. You are so very, very loved.
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