Monday, October 17, 2011

Wild Apples & Caveman

Sunday Caveman went to the mountains motorcycle riding with his brother and other motorcycle friends. He came home with these wild apples.

Caveman is a hunter and a gatherer. Caveman is also my husband. He is my best friend, life partner, and the father to my beautiful girls. I met Caveman in the Fall of 1975, at the tender age of 16. I married him in December of 1976,  I was 17 years old. This December will be our 35th wedding anniversary (give or take). We've shared good times, bad times, and all the times in between. As weird as this sounds we were even divorced from each other for 5 years. From early 2000 until we remarried again in June of 2005. Even through the years spent apart, we still never left each others lives completely. We've spent most of our lives together, grew up together, and are getting old with each other.
Some things are just meant to be-forever.
I'm going to bake Caveman a pie today.
The Girasole Lady

1 comment:

  1. Sounds yummy Becka!!! I love your story too! *STAMPIN HUGS* Alex