Cherry.

Hot DAMN, but it's been a beautiful day. In the 80s, lots of sun and a good, stiff breeze. Brian and I went out the homestead and ate bbq with his parents. My in-laws crack me up- they just got their very first computer (my mother-in-law is in her early 70s) and are now exploring the many joys of the internets. Brian got them set up with screensavers and showed them how to burn cds and mark their favorite pages. So cute.

I'm drinking a Sam Adams cherry wheat. Oh, I love this beer.

Speaking of, I had my first one six years ago today. Six years ago yesterday, I got off the plane in Boston and met Brian in person for the first time. We met through Diaryland when he recommended some cds to help me get off the Echo & The Bunneymen kick I was on and that was the start of a really nice friendship. I was still mooning over Gary and he was trying to get Helena to notice him. Our first phone calls and letters were all about supporting each other in our futile quests to land these people. We bemoaned the many miles between Seattle and Boston, only because we wanted to have a beer and a few laughs together. When Memorial Day weekend 2001 approached (like, the week before it), I invited myself out to Boston. I was flush with cashola at the time and had always wanted to see The Hub. Brian graciously offered to play host and while by that time we had acknowledged a flirtation, we also knew that nothing could happen with us living on separate coasts. I almost didn't make the trip: when I got to the airport that morning, I discovered I had bought a round-trip ticket for the following Monday. How the hell I did that, I will never know. I threw my card at the woman and told her to get me a seat on that plane.

And she did. The last seat. I got the last seat on that flight.

And then I stepped off the plane, Brian and I looked at each other for the first time and that was all she wrote. We just knew...

That was Friday evening. By Sunday evening it was decided that I would be the one to move. Seven weeks later, I flew out to Boston for another long weekend and that August Brian flew out to Seattle, met my family and friends, and then we packed my life up and drove across the country in a Ryder truck. That drive was the most time we'd spent together at that point (I think it was Cleveland when he looked over and asked what my middle name was). Believe it or not, we made the 3000+ mile trip without one fight- and have yet to yell at each other.

It was not easy to leave one life behind to start another, but I'm so glad I took a chance and went with my gut instinct. We both took a huge leap of faith and our lives have never been the same.

Six years. Wow. Our 4th wedding anniversary is June 21. It's been the best trip of my life.

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