Betty and I attended SPJC together for 2yrs 1998-1999. We were not each other's favorite people, and although we were both majoring in music, we did our best to avoid each other in the practice rooms, we were often the only two practicing. Years went by, we both of us led somewhat parallel lives, remaining in the Tampa Bay area and contracting with Catholic Churches as musicians. Nonetheless, it was inevitable that we would run into each other in similar circles, but years would go by before we broke the ice. Then one year (about 5 years ago), it occurred to me, that it was fair time I say hello, letting youthful whims and biases aside. To her surprise, I went up to her, said "You're Betty, right?" This was at the first Saint Jerome's Choir Festival where she went to church. Then something began to shift. There was a different energy. Where there was repulsion before, there was attraction now. I sensed that she missed music, working as a computer programmer, so I invited her to a networking event at a friend's house in Gulfport during the Holiday Season. People there couldn't help thinking that we were together, even though we were not the least bit touchy/feely. Then the magic of curiosity took over. Sitting by the fire pit, we discovered we had the same birthday. A birthday twin! Wow! How often do you meet someone with the same birthday? So I asked her out for "our birthday." Us cautious Capricorns, the thought was that, if it lasted a year, our next birthday might result in an engagement ring that would compliment the set. Betty opened up the most significant of her birthday presents in a custom box from Florida CraftArt by the fire pit sipping Gran Cruz champagne, very much like the one by which we sat when we discovered we were both January 11th babies. Her ten year old daughter looked on as I proposed, down on one knee, tears trickling down her face, while I received the most significant of my gifts ... slipping the ring on her finger. James Weaver