Today Six Until Me turns four years old.
(Are "blog years" like dog years? One year equals about seven in the real world? Because four years blogging seems like an eternity. The day I started this seems like a really long time ago, back when I was new to my relationship with Chris, feeling alone with diabetes, and Siah didn't even exist. But now I'm married to Chris, part of an enormously influential community of people with diabetes, and Siah is turning four, too. Stupid cat. Whoops, digression.)
I thought I'd have something profound to say on my fourth blogging anniversary, but I just feel grateful for the opportunities I've had to get to know you guys and to share my diabetes experiences to a group of people who really understand.
Last night, Chris and I had dinner with Caroline and her boyfriend Ian. And even though Caroline and I know one another through this blogging community and we share the same disease, we didn't spend the whole night comparing notes on diabetes. We talked about politics, health care, compared American and English stereotypes (thanks to Chris, who kept bringing up every typically British thing he could think of - on purpose - just to be goofy), and discussed the likelihood of cats as headgear (don't ask).
I liked hearing Chris talk to Ian about what it's like to be the partner of a diabetic. I know we have a solid network of people who have diabetes, but there's a special crew of caregivers - the ones who love us and spend their lives with us - who have their own set of emotions. Chris doesn't ever talk about diabetes as a burden and he's very supportive, but he does acknowledge that trekking for juice in the middle of the night is a unique relationship situation. ;) It was nice to see another partner of a PWD showing the same level of love, compassion, and gentle understanding, and seeing the laughter Ian and Chris shared when Caroline and I admitted to possibly being a bit ... spikey during blood sugar issues. (Me? Emotional and outburst-y? Never!)
It was a lovely night and we ended up staying at the table until just a few minutes before our train was due to leave. We snapped a quick picture in the subway tunnels of Grand Central (not the nicest backdrop, but we did what we could) and then Chris and I booked for our train.
"I like them. They're really nice," I said as we settled into our seats for the ride home.
"Me, too. Definitely," said Chris.
Four years from now, who knows where we'll all be. But for this moment, I'm happy to be here. Thanks for reading, and for being part of my diabetes care network. It's made such a difference, and I'm better for it.