Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan’s 29-year-old daughter, Schuyler, found a special way to celebrate her mom’s 64th birthday.
On June 22, Schuyler had a beautiful wedding in the Catskills, and it just happened to be on the same day as her mom’s birthday. Schuyler, who is the twin sister of Aquinnah, was the bride in a storybook wedding.
Here’s more about Schuyler’s wedding and the sweet birthday message Michael J. Fox shared for his wife of 36 years.
Michael J. Fox, 63, and Tracy Pollan, 64, first met almost 40 years ago when they were cast as lovers on the popular TV show *Family Ties*.
Tracy Pollan remembers Michael as “very cocky” and “funny,” but she also says he had a lot of confidence back then.
At the time, Michael J. Fox was dating Nancy McKeon, the star of *The Facts of Life*, while Tracy Pollan was dating Kevin Bacon. Kevin Bacon and Tracy broke up in 1987, and he later started dating Kyra Sedgwick.
Despite these past relationships, Michael and Tracy’s on-screen romance blossomed into real love, leading to their 36-year marriage and a happy family.

Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan reconnected on the set of the 1988 film *Bright Lights, Big City*. Both were single at the time, so they took the chance and got married later that same year.
“It sounds really horrible, but it was one of those things,” Fox told People in 1989. He joked about their situation, saying, “Someone goes, ‘Did you hear that so-and-so aren’t together anymore?’ And you go, ‘Hmm, that’s too bad. Where’s the phone?’”
Just after their wedding, Michael and Tracy became parents for the first time when their son, Sam Michael, was born on May 30, 1989.
Only two years later, Michael was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. Tracy stood by him through it all, offering her unconditional love and support.

In early November 2023, Michael J. Fox appeared on CBS Mornings and talked about how his loving wife, Tracy Pollan, has been his biggest supporter for the past 35 years.
Fox shared that dealing with his Parkinson’s disease was tough because he knew it would get worse, but he didn’t know how quickly or what to expect. “The hardest part of my diagnosis was grappling with the certainty of the diagnosis and the uncertainty of the situation,” Fox said. “My wife made it clear that she was with me for the duration.”
Despite the challenges, Michael and Tracy grew their family. They welcomed twins, Aquinnah Kathleen and Schuyler Frances, on February 15, 1995, and their daughter Esmé Annabelle was born in November 2001.
Fox gives this parenting advice to other parents: “Always be available to your kids. If you say, ‘Give me five minutes, give me ten minutes,’ it will turn into fifteen, then twenty. By then, they might not be as excited about sharing what they wanted to tell you.”
Now that their children are grown up and moved out, Michael and Tracy are enjoying life as empty nesters. Michael jokes, “We get more food because they’re not here to eat it all!”
Their children are also starting their own families. On June 24, People magazine reported that Schuyler, 29, married her long-time partner on June 22 in a beautiful wedding at Hayfield Catskills in New York.
“The weather was absolutely perfect, despite the heat wave,” a source told People. “They dined under a tent, and it really looked like a picture-perfect garden party. They seemed like such an adorable, gentle family.”
Michael shared a photo of the family on a trail in North Dakota from July 12, 2015, and it shows them enjoying time together.
Recently, political commentator George Stephanopoulos and his comedian girlfriend Ali Wentworth, along with Dirty Dancing star Jennifer Grey, attended a special event. The celebration was for Schuyler’s wedding and Tracy Pollan’s 64th birthday.
Guests stayed at two beautiful places: the rustic Bluebird Hunter Lodge and the stylish Scribner’s Catskill Lodge. Scribner’s Catskill Lodge has also welcomed famous guests like Olivia Wilde and Rami Malek, known for playing Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Even though Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan haven’t talked much about Schuyler’s wedding in public, and their daughters usually stay out of the spotlight, their son Sam did share a sweet birthday message for his mom.
Sam, now 35, posted a photo of Tracy dancing with one of the twins. He wrote, “Happy birthday Teep!! I love you so much and I’m very excited that I actually get to spend the day with you!! ([Schuyler] don’t worry, your post is coming later).”
Michael J. Fox also shared a loving birthday message for Tracy on Instagram. He wrote, “In every beautiful way, it’s beautiful Tracy’s beautiful day. I love you and today will be magnificent.” He added a black-and-white photo of Tracy and signed it, “Always forever your Mike with so-much love. Happy birthday. It’s gonna be an epic day.”
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We Adopted a 4-Year-Old Girl – A Month Later, She Came to Me and Said, ‘Mommy, Don’t Trust Daddy’

A month after adopting Jennifer, she looked up at me with wide eyes and whispered, “Mommy, don’t trust Daddy.” Her words echoed in my mind as I began to wonder what secrets my husband could be hiding.
I looked down at Jennifer’s small face, taking in those big, watchful eyes and the shy, uncertain smile she wore. After all those years of hoping, trying, waiting, here she was, our daughter.

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Richard was practically glowing. He couldn’t stop looking at her, like he was trying to memorize every feature, every expression.
“Look at her, Marla,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “She’s just perfect.”
I gave him a soft smile, my hand resting on Jennifer’s shoulder. “She really is.”

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We’d come such a long way to get here. It had been doctor’s appointments, long talks, and an endless paperwork of adoption. When we finally met Jennifer, something in me just… knew. She was only four, so little, and so quiet, but she already felt like ours.
It’s been a few weeks since we’ve officially adopted Jen, and we decided it was time for a small family outing. Richard leaned down to her level, smiling warmly. “Hey. How about we go get some ice cream? Would you like that?”

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Jennifer looked at him, then glanced up at me, as if waiting for my reaction. She didn’t answer right away, just gave the smallest nod, pressing herself closer to my side.
Richard chuckled softly, though I could hear a hint of nervousness in it. “All right, ice cream it is. We’ll make it a special treat.”

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Jennifer stayed close to me as we walked out. Richard led the way, glancing back every now and then and smiling hopefully. I watched him try to coax her out, to make her feel at ease. But each time he asked a question, Jennifer’s grip on my hand tightened a little, her gaze drifting back to me.
When we got to the ice cream shop, Richard stepped up to the counter, ready to order for her. “How about chocolate? Or maybe strawberry?” he asked, his voice bright.

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She looked at him, then looked at me again, her voice barely a whisper. “Vanilla, please.”
Richard seemed taken aback for just a second, then smiled. “Vanilla it is.”
Jennifer seemed content to let him order, but I noticed she barely looked his way as we sat down. Instead, she ate quietly, staying close to my side. She watched Richard with a cautious sort of interest, not saying much, and I wondered if it was all just too much for her.

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Later that evening, as I tucked Jennifer into bed, she clung to my arm a little longer than I expected.
“Mommy?” she whispered, her voice hesitant.
“Yes, sweetie?”
She looked away for a moment, then back up at me, eyes wide and serious. “Don’t trust Daddy.”

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I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I knelt beside her, brushing her hair back. “Why would you say that, honey?”
She shrugged, but her lips turned downward in a sad little frown. “He’s talking weird. Like he is hiding something.”
It took me a moment to respond. I tried to keep my voice gentle. “Jennifer, Daddy loves you very much. He’s just trying to help you feel at home. You know that, right?”

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She didn’t respond, just curled up a little tighter under her blankets. I stayed there, holding her hand, wondering where this was coming from. Could she just be nervous? Maybe adjusting was harder for her than I realized. But as I looked at her small, serious face, a faint unease crept in.
When I finally left her room, I found Richard waiting by the door. “How’d she do?” he asked, his face hopeful.

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“She’s asleep,” I replied softly, watching his expression.
“That’s good.” He seemed relieved, but I noticed how his smile wavered just a little. “I know it’s all new for her. For all of us. But I think we’ll be fine. Don’t you?”
I nodded, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of Jennifer’s words echoing in my mind.

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The next day, as I stirred the pasta on the stove, I heard Richard’s voice drift in from the living room. He was on the phone, his tone low and tense. I paused, wiping my hands on a towel, and listened as his words floated into the kitchen.
“It’s been… harder than I expected,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s… sharp. Jennifer’s noticing more than I thought she would. I’m afraid she might tell Marla.”

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I felt my heartbeat quicken, my mind racing to make sense of what I’d heard. Jennifer might tell me? Tell me what? I tried to shake it off, telling myself there must be an explanation. But as I listened, my pulse only pounded harder.
“It’s just… so hard to keep things under wraps,” Richard continued. “I don’t want Marla to find out… not until it’s ready.”

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I froze, clutching the countertop. What wasn’t I supposed to find out? What could he possibly be keeping from me? I strained to hear, but then his voice dropped lower, and I couldn’t make out the rest of his conversation. A few moments later, he ended the call and started walking toward the kitchen.
I turned back to the stove, my mind whirling. I stirred the pasta with more force than necessary, trying to act normal as Richard stepped in, looking pleased.

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“Smells good in here,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
I forced a smile, my hands gripping the spoon. “Thanks. Almost done.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears, and I felt my smile falter as his words echoed in my head: I’m afraid she might tell Marla… It’s hard to keep things under wraps.

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Later that evening, after we’d tucked Jennifer in, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed answers. I found Richard in the living room, browsing through some paperwork, and sat down across from him, hands clasped tightly in my lap.
“Richard,” I began, my voice steadier than I felt, “I overheard you on the phone earlier.”

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He looked up, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and… something else crossing his face. “Oh?” he said, clearly caught off guard. “What did you hear?”
I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “I heard you say that Jennifer might… tell me something. And that it’s hard to keep things ‘under wraps.’” I met his gaze, my heart pounding. “What are you hiding from me?”

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For a moment, he just stared at me, his face a mixture of confusion and worry. Then, as understanding dawned, his expression softened. He set his papers aside and leaned forward, reaching for my hand.
“Marla,” he said gently, “I’m not hiding anything bad. I promise.” His grip on my hand was warm, reassuring, but it didn’t settle the knots in my stomach.

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“Then what is it?” I whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. “What don’t you want Jennifer to tell me?”
Richard took a deep breath, his face breaking into a sheepish smile. “I didn’t want you to find out because… well, I was planning a surprise for Jennifer’s birthday. With my brother’s help.” He squeezed my hand, looking slightly embarrassed. “I wanted it to be a big deal, a special first birthday with us.”

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I blinked, not quite processing his words at first. “A surprise party?” I asked slowly, the tension in my chest easing just a bit.
He nodded. “I wanted it to be perfect for her. I thought we could show her how much we care. That she’s part of our family now.” He smiled, looking a little relieved. “I knew Jennifer might say something, and I was worried she’d ruin the surprise.”

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A wave of relief washed over me, though I felt a strange pang of guilt. Here I’d been imagining… well, I didn’t even know what I’d been imagining. “Richard,” I whispered, lowering my head, “I’m so sorry. I just… I thought there was something wrong.”
He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb over my hand. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. We’re both just trying to adjust.”

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I nodded, trying to let go of the doubts that had taken hold of me. “I think Jennifer’s just… protective,” I said, trying to explain. “She doesn’t know what to expect, and when she told me not to trust you… I guess it just got to me.”
Richard gave a thoughtful nod. “She’s a sensitive kid. I think she’s still finding her way.” He looked at me, his expression earnest. “We’ll just have to make sure she feels safe and loved. All three of us.”

A happy couple talking on the couch | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, as I watched Richard gently help Jennifer pick out her breakfast cereal, I felt my heart lift a little. He looked over at her with so much patience, and even though she barely glanced up, I could see the trust slowly building between them.
I walked over and joined them at the table, my hand resting on Jennifer’s shoulder. She looked up at me, her eyes calm, and a small smile crept across her face. It was as if she could sense the new peace between us, as if some unspoken worry had finally lifted.

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