When I met Bob, Michelle was about 17.
She wanted him to date me before he was ready to date me.
When he finally asked me out, Michelle was 19, and she still wanted him to date me.
When we moved in together -- all three of us -- Michelle was 21.
Michelle and I liked each other. And we still do.
I feel really lucky.
I also realize that, even though her dad and I are getting married, Bob and her mom had already raised her long before I came along.
While I love our relationship, and the three of us are definitely family, I would not dare to imagine that she'd ever think of me as a "mom" figure.
I received this, shortly after waking up this morning:
And pretty damn cool.