It has been a while since I've written anything. I'd like to say that I've been terribly busy. I've started my position on the school board and it is incredibly interesting and intimidating. There also seems to be an unbelievable amount of training involved. And there is of course my kids and my house and all that that entails. And to be honest, I have discovered Downton Abbey. And well, you know. . .
All of the above is true and yet none of it is at all the reason why I haven't written anything in months. The truth is that I just sort of got out of the habit of it. I've started to write a bunch of different times about of bunch of different things, but I just never really felt like it.
But today is a special day.
Today is The Captain's birthday. And since I've always written a little something on The Captain's birthday it seemed like the perfect time to jump back in.
You see, I've known The Captain for a while. In a town as small as ours it's difficult to say just how long anybody has known anybody else. His sister and I have been close friends since way back in the day and, in fact, she's the one who fixed us up. We became a couple shortly before my high school graduation and shortly after I had decided to focus on getting my act together for college.
My plan was to be a brilliant student, have a fabulously interesting career, and only come back to the aforementioned small hometown for holidays. I never wanted a husband or kids or a house .My plan included a spectacular downtown loft apartment somewhere with wine in its own fridge and expensive shoes in the closet.
But you know what they say about plans. And intentions. And expectations. Turns out clichés are so popular because they are so often true. Once The Captain and I got together it was all over. In a good way. A spectacular way. A way that made everything just seem to fit.
I've thought long and hard about it and I don't think that I could be me without The Captain. He doesn't get shocked when I say incredibly inappropriate things. And he thinks I'm funny. And he likes my cooking. And when I'm freaking out he is the only one who can make me see reason. (It happens more often than you'd imagine.) And he is the only other person on the whole wide world that I would ever want to share my life with.
It is The Captain's birthday and it is the day that always reminds me just how lucky I am to have him in my life.
So, to the man who has made my life everything I never knew I wanted, Happy Birthday! I love you.