This is going to be a tough post to write. But I need to, its time.
It was December, I want to say the year was 1997 or 1998. We were driving down her dad’s mile long driveway in her white Mazda Miata with the top down like we always did. We were of course bundled up in jeans, sweaters and ugg boots. Winter in Southern California was never cold, but to Californians anything close to 60 is freezing. And since we were silly enough to dive with the car’s top down, we bundled up and had the heat on. I know, we were silly. The house was decorated beautifully for the holidays. Professionals were hired by her dad to decorate that would put any department store to shame. I loved going to her dad’s house at the holidays because of the decorations. He spared no expense, he went all out. We parked the miata in front of one of his three garages ( yes three, the place was massive) under a giant wreath and walked in through the back mud room’s doors. We were stopped in our tracks when we saw how many gift baskets were piled up on the table and chairs in the adjacent laundry room Kristin with her giant blue eyes wide open turned to me and said “Ohhhhhh. Gift baskets for my dad. You know what this means right?” I shook my head not having a clue what she was going to say next. ” This means cheese. I LOVE cheese. And you know you have made it in life when you have a refrigerator full of cheese” She then added ” Lets make grilled cheese sandwiches, I’m starving” Yum.