Time Marches On...
|Bundled up 60 is a bit chilly|
I am honestly wondering what it means to me? I met him when I was just 13 and he was 15, 50 seemed so very old back then. Our parents weren't even 50. Gray hair, aches and worrying about retirement seemed a million years away. Back then the biggest worries were acne, break ups and finals.
We grew up together and in the process we grew apart. Over 12 years ago all those bits and pieces that seemed like a life appeared to fall apart. They didn't fall apart! They fell into the lives that they were meant to be in. He fell in love and married the love of his life, he will be 50 tomorrow and I am pretty sure his youngest is about three. I am so very happy for him. And equally glad that isn't my life!!
He gave me the greatest gift ever when he left. I still kept my friend that I had grown up with, my kids kept their dad that they loved and adored. And I found me! I found my husband that I love and adore, I started living. I found true happiness!
50 doesn't seem so old now... I will sneak up on it soon. Hubby was older than that when I moved here. He isn't old.
Looking back at 13 from here, it's amazing, I am nothing like the girl I was. I didn't grow up to be much like her at all. I am braver than she was. I enjoy life, it took me a long time to get here.
My sweet hubby and I spent the day in the sunshine buzzing around town and country side on our Harley. Cherishing the time together and enjoy the beautiful colors of fall. We stopped for a wonderful lunch at our favorite Greek restaurant. And then stopped in an Irish bar for a good German beer on tap (for me - he had a coke as he was driving!). It was an international tour all in a 30 mile radius.
|Gyro's? Why Yes!|
|First batch of Tea Tree Soap|
|Supplies mixed in with my life...|
Find your other half and age becomes simply a number....