“Michael: I got home Sunday afternoon and started to read a book that has daily devotions about love, all kinds. The part I opened to read: From time to time into each of our lives there steps a magical person. Out of nowhere, seemingly for no reason, a human being appears whose romance with life is so beautiful and rare, so whimsical and holy that, without any effort at all, he enchants us with his extraordinary gift for living. Such people are life’s magicians, purveyors of joy, imagineers of the uncommon. They stir our pots: they ruffle our feathers. They paste twinkling stars on the dark sky of life’s ordinariness. Living by magic, they let us recapture the magic in ourselves. Knowing that love is the only real magic there is, they invite us again with their words, with their ways, with their dreams, with their faith-to believe in the magical power of love. Today let your heart be ribboned with thanks for the person whose magic has beautifully altered your life. Thanks, Michael, for ruffling my feathers, pasting stars on my sky and for being a magical person.”

–Linda, AK