At Long Last, Love

When the doctor delivered the good news, Elizabeth and Michael Butterfield's prayers were finally answered. The couple were going to have a baby. Leaving the doctor's office the receptionist said, "Congratulations, Elizabeth, Michael."

Sometimes when Micky was called by his legal name, he flashed back to a long-ago conversation with his father when he'd told him that "Micky was not a serious name." That had also been the conversation where he was threatened that if he married Elizabeth, he'd no longer be his father's son. Micky chose love over fortune and never regretted the decision.

Months later, the couple were blessed with a beautiful child who they named Lucy. Micky and Elizabeth were devoted parents who gave Lucy all the love and time they could. It wasn't a fancy life but it was a good life and Lucy blossomed.

She was a happy child and was well-liked by friends and teachers until an incident during high school caused her to shut down. Following her graduation in 1962, Lucy focused her time and energy on her goals, on what she wanted her life to become. She worked to become the best version of herself helping others along the way.

Lucy eschewed love and romance while focusing on a job she loved. She traveled the world learning firsthand about places and cultures she'd only read about. Then on a much-deserved vacation, sitting in a sidewalk cafe in Paris, something happened that would forever change her life.