By Georgia Osten
This guy, Michael Moad, came into “our” lives, geez, I don’t remember, maybe 1999, maybe earlier, because the Sisters had been match-making for a while. Kelly’s sister, Leigh, and Michael’s sister, Wendy, worked together at Chili’s in San Antonio and they were in cahoots! They knew from the beginning they’d be a perfect match, and besides, they loved each other so much, they wanted to be “family.” Anyway, he, Michael, came into our lives before that when our youngest daughter was in high school, she graduated 1999. She invited him to Prom, and he came. 
I thought he came on a train, but I think it was a plane. The date went South. It’s okay, I drove him back to the train station or the Airport.
Time went by, he was graduating from West Point, and he invited her to his graduation dance (he hadn’t given up). She was so excited, she accepted (so excited he didn’t give up). As the fairy tale goes, he proposed, they were married in 2006.
Special Forces, assigned to Italy. First baby due March 2008. That’s okay, I’d never been to Italy. Two more children later, Michael, then Dax, Moad 5 is what they call themselves.
Michael, we love you and wish you a very GRAND Birthday. We’re proud to call you our “Son,” and so happy to have you in this crazy family!
[May-3-2022]
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