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Saturday was Captain Cavedweller’s birthday, as I mentioned in my post Monday.

His mom and sister came to visit and we piled in the car and went to a parade. The combination of it being hot, having to walk several blocks to watch the parade and there being three girls to spur each other on, we decided to leave our purses in the car and go fetch them after the parade when we took our chairs back.

By the time the parade was over and we were all a little more than toasty, Captain Cavedweller volunteered to pack the chairs back to the car while we women-folk went into the cool of the stores and shopped to our heart’s content. Sounded like a great plan to us. Right up until we remembered our purses were in the car.

So as CC turned to walk away, I called after him “Don’t forget to bring our purses with you.

Shooting me a glare, it was one of those priceless moment when he would really like to pretend he’s never met me before. We agreed to meet in front of a store across the street in a few minutes.

We got busy gawking and talking and the next thing I knew, several moments had gone by. Like 10 more than we said it would take for us to meet him. Hurrying across the street, there he patiently waited with handbags dangling from his big hands. He never mentioned us keeping him waiting, especially with the girlish purses. He just handed them over and said “what’s next?”

I know some guys would rather die than be seen carrying or even momentarily holding a purse for their wife or girlfriend. In fact, I know a few guys who absolutely refuse.

Captain Cavedweller, who is comfortable in his own skin and confident in who he is, has never been bothered by it. At least if he is, he doesn’t show it.

And no, it hasn’t robbed him of his man card to hold my purse on occasion. I don’t overuse the privilege and he knows the times he is asked to touch my purse will be few and far between.

But I do have to say, his willingness to not just hold our purses but carry them for several blocks through throngs of people made me realize once again, he’s quite a guy.

She Who Really Appreciates Captain Cavedweller


Despite the fact that I’m fighting it kicking and screaming, fall seems to be on the way.

So in light of that fact, I thought I’d share a downloadable list of Fall Party Theme Ideas from A to Z.

Enjoy!

Fall party themes

I Love A Parade

Saturday was Captain Cavedweller’s birthday. In honor of the auspicious occasion, a parade was thrown and much to-do was made.

Not really.

But we did got to a parade.

Captain Cavedweller’s mom and sister came for the weekend to help celebrate his birthday. So early Saturday morning we piled in the car, drove an hour and set up our chairs in anticipation of watching the parade.

Despite the fact we thought we might be fried like eggs on the hot pavement due to the warm temperatures, it was a lot of fun.

There is just something about a parade, especially when the community comes out in force to support it. Much candy was thrown, bands marched, floats floated, and horses …. well, they did what horses generally do on a long parade route.

There were cute little girls in pink-themed wagons, a cowboy band playing everything from a trumpet to a drum via horseback  (The one with the drum must have a horse with the best temperament ever.), and old cars of every shape, style and make.

But I think my favorite part of the parade was the tribute the local firefighters gave to the victims of 9/11. It was heartfelt and touching and made more than one person teary-eyed.

It is in those sweet moments that I fully realize just how very proud I am to be an American.

She Who Is Saluting All Our Servicemen and Women and Sending Them a Big Thank You

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.


I may have mentioned it once or twice, but I kind of like this guy.

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.


Happy 40th Birthday, melter-of-my-heart,  my very own Captain Cavedweller!

She Who Adores You