Today, the world rights itself on its axis. The Captain and I are once again the same age. In reality. In my "Forever Forty-Five" scenario, he is two years older. I offered to let him join the club, but he declined. The Captain has always been mature. Well, not always. He was a baby once.
I didn't meet the Captain until we were in college. He was a smart, funny, normal guy, which at the time was a departure from the type I had been dating. He looked like this:
And I looked like this:
We don't know why we started dating.
We grew up in different parts of the state. He was a hockey player
while I was, briefly, a cheerleader.
But it wasn't until we became Alterna-Girl and Frat-Boy that we met.
Each year I thank the Captain's parents for bringing him into the world, so the Universe could figure out a way to get us together. For that reason, this day is one of my happiest.
Happy Birthday, my Captain.