You know the kind of night that makes you feel all giddy, and glittery, and in love, and is perfect in a way that's so easy? We had one of those tonight. It was supposed to belong to Mike. It was going to be his night. But, instead, it belonged to us all. Babies were passed, kids chased and threw their heads back with laughter, friends were family, and family, once again, was everything they've always been. We yelled surprise, packed in, tucked away in a dim room, and made that room shine. Stories were told, smiles were memorized, and a big kind of love was present. It was thick in the air. Mike was happy. We celebrated him, his birthday, and one another. Here is our night in black and white.