Today on my husband’s 44th birthday, I feel the abundance of gratitude. I have shared my life with him since the young age of eighteen. We have grown older together in age, but somehow younger at heart, closer in our bond. I have walked with him through the carefree years of college, exploring the streets of Boston and the mysteries of physics and calculus. I still remember the first time we timidly held hands. We had not spoken of our affection for one another, but our bodies spoke nonetheless. I remember wondering “Is he feeling what I am feeling?” There was a newness and an excitement in those days, and today, decades later, the familiarity evokes calm and ease.
I remember meeting him for the first time, thinking “wow, he seems so at ease, unlike the others, myself included, who felt understandably insecure and eager to make friends, to feel at home”. He exuded an integrity and honesty that was more rare than common, a kindness that seemed to come easy.
Perhaps part chance, part fate and honestly I will never know, but I have been graced to have been walking and growing alongside Herb, Captain, in this life. We have experienced triumph and disappointment, love and conflict, sadness and happiness, the joys of parenting and the challenges. Life has been rich and varied, taking us to places and through experiences we would not have anticipated, and the thread of this bond has grown stronger and more gentle.
Innocently holding hands through the halls of MIT flourished into sharing our lives together and perhaps has been my most beautiful adventure yet.
Happy birthday Captain.