This weekend my beloved Captain Cavedweller will turn the big 4-0.
As in middle age.
As in over the hill.
As in not quite as old as me, so I better stop now.
As in love him with every fiber of my being.
As in completely and totally crazy-in-love with him.
As in he makes my heart melt on a daily basis.
Anyone who knows us, knows Captain Cavedweller finds it difficult to be serious… about anything. He loves to tease and laugh and joke. Quite often at my expense. I can come home after a hard, challenging day and he can have me laughing hysterically before I quite know what has happened.
He has a gentle way with little old ladies and kiddos that is to be admired. He has yet to meet a cat, dog or any fur-covered pet that he didn’t like. The feeling is usually mutual.
He lets me be me, loves me unconditionally and surprises me daily with his encouragement and generosity. No matter how off-the-wall it might be, he listens to all my ideas and buoys my dreams while helping me keep my feet on the ground.
Captain Cavedweller is one-of-a-kind and I know I am very, very blessed to have him in my life.
And if the landscape of my life looked a little different, I would love to have half a dozen little boys at home that looked just like this.
She Who Adores You