We’re feeling melancholic even a little sad. As much as we have enjoyed life on pause, we are both ready to be back home. This is the longest we have been with each other. For the exception of a few hours on Sunday before our flight to Seattle, a short walk to the market and laundry this morning; we have spent every minute — awake and asleep — together. We are not complaining, but we have been single and alone for a long time so living together and being together a lot of the time will be something both of us will need to adjust to.

The evening was good. We had planned and were anxious to have dinner at the space noodle (as Mercy calls it). I had stake and Beth had Salmon. We also had a signature desert (an ice cream Sunday served on a plate, on top of dry ice) that made heads turn.

The restaurant sits on top of the space needle and a 1 horse power engine rotates the restaurant so you can have a nice view of Seattle from all angles while you eat. We were told that it takes 47 minutes to make a complete turn, but we made 3 complete turns while we were there and it hardly felt like it.

So this is the city where a man and a woman met, became friends, decided that men and women couldn’t be friends and then fell in love. Still, as much as we like Seattle and could possibly see ourselves living here, deep down we could never stop being a “sleepless in Los Angeles” couple. Los Angeles is the city were we met, dated, broke up, cried, repented, experienced forgiveness and God. So despite the many violent stories in the evening news, Beth and I have made L.A. — at least for us — a holy place.

Happy Honeymooning to us!