Wow, it’s hard to believe 9 years ago I woke up in South Lake Tahoe, California to say I DO to the man of my dreams. Thinking back I have no idea how we managed to pull everything off. A tad over 30 days prior to this date we moved from Indiana to Arkansas. Nothing like packing everything up, leaving your security blanket (at least for me) and moving to the unknown. Well, it wasn’t so unknown. My husband had a job and I was able to transfer for my job. This was the ONE and only time I have been able to do this. If you have been following me you know we move often. Shortly after we settled into our new routine we jumped in the car and headed to Oklahoma City to catch a flight to Tahoe. Since we didn’t plan on moving we had purchased tickets flying out of Indianapolis and wasn’t able to transfer them in the local airport in Arkansas which meant we had to drive a couple hours to catch our flight.
We thought we had everything planned. We called ahead of time and asked what we should do about my wedding dress. The airline personnel told us that we would be able to put it in the captains closet. We weren’t worried at all. Our first flight took us to Phoenix. We should have taken this as a sign that we would eventually call Phoenix our home in the future. The first trip was a success. Dress was taken care of unfortunately our second trip wasn’t as promising. The flight attendants apologized and told me I had to put my dress under the seat in front of me. Instead of making a scene I folded my dress up and put it under the seat. Was I happy? Of course I wasn’t but, it wasn’t worth the energy to get worked up about. I knew I could find a dry cleaner to press it if it needed it.
All of this leads me up to walking out of my hotel room and getting our rental car to find out there was a street festival going on which meant the street to get to the beach was closed. WHAT?! I didn’t plan on this and needed to be at the beach in 15 minutes. Thankfully I had my cousins and sister to chat with the local police officers to give us a police escort to the beach. I can only imagine what would have happened if I didn’t make it to the beach on time.
Our ceremony was perfect for us. We were surrounded by loved ones who have shared endless memories over the years with us. Every single couple who was in attendance was married for several years. How uplifting and encouraging. At the time, I didn’t think about it in any particular way. Now 9 years later, I see what an accomplishment this truly is.
Including our move to Arkansas we have lived in five different states and have had 7 different addresses in the last 9 years. Communication, support, compromise, love…..honestly the list could go on and on, on what it takes to conquer each move and still be in love. Believe me, every move hasn’t been blissful. I could write some horror stories on moving. Each move has taught me that we are a solid couple that has each others back.
We have had to make some hard decisions in the last 9 years. We’ve had to think about our future together and where we see ourselves and figure out how to get there. This often requires a move and a job change. We’ve had to make an emergency vet visit late at night for Conan who has also had a couple of surgeries. Those talks and what you would do is never easy. With open communication we have always agreed on what needs to happen.
We’ve always rented (bought one) a home that is bigger than what we need in hopes we will welcome a bundle of joy however, that hasn’t happened. We’ve always had the same vision and wanted the same outcome however, it hasn’t happened yet for us. Infertility is never easy on a marriage. Any struggle in life isn’t easy on any relationship however, those who get through it come out stronger than they were before.
When I look at pictures from that day I see two people who are excited to spend the rest of their lives together. This same look and feeling is still present today. I’ll share a secret with you, are you ready for it? We have a couple rules we have always followed. One, we always say “I love you” when we are leaving or ending a phone call. Life is short, I always want that to be the last thing we hear from one another. I know, it’s kinda sad when you think about it that way but, it’s the truth. You can’t predict the future and how we are going to leave this world. I want him to always know I love him. The next one is we always have to kiss each other three times when we come home or are leaving. I always say three is better than one. It’s worked for us. Showing and expressing you love one another keeps a marriage strong. There is never any doubt how the other one feels.
I can honestly say, I married my best friend nine years ago. He is my rock, the provider, my comforter, my supporter, and the one person who truly gets me. He supports my Young Living business (Essentially Amy Lynn) and believes I can continue to impact those around me by living a chemical free life. He is my cheerleader when it comes to stepping out of my comfort zone as I continue to spread the word about my business. It’s more than a business, it’s my passion and our lifestyle.
We are are a team that compliments one another and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. Whatever it is, I know we are going to tackle it head on together.