This is the third and final installment of our beginnings and the end of "Blast From The Past" week (for now). You'll want to read part one and part two if you haven't already! This post was originally published on the old blog on June 10, 2007
Once Matt graduated AIT, we packed up our things and made the long drive back
to New Mexico. We were allotted 4 weeks to go home, pack up all of our
belongings (most of which we left in Matt's Parents' garage), and spend a little
time with family before heading to North Carolina- where we were to be
While we were in Virginia, my Mom had spearheaded all plans for our
reception. See, only a few people from our family were able to attend our
ceremony with two days notice, so we decided to go ahead and have a reception as
soon as Love was done with training. So, we arrived in New Mexico a few days
before the reception. It was a whirlwind of dress fittings and last minute
plans. My mom was pregnant at the time and, unfortunately, lost the baby right
before my reception. It was very hard for her and for all of us, but
invitations were out and plans were drawn. So, we took over.
Luckily, my mom
being the organizer she is, had everything drawn out, where the decorations were
to be placed, she had people doing food and everything was set. When the day
arrived, I took my sisters to get our nails, hair, and make-up done. We went to
the church to help set up and get last minute things going. Then I went and got
into my dress and the party started. It was a wonderful day and, even though I
missed out on the bridal showers and bachelorette parties, it seemed so worth
We stayed for a few more weeks, then packed up and made our third trek across
the country to Fort Bragg, North Carolina. We arrived there nearly poor, living
off credit cards, and ready to settle into our new house on base and really
start our lives together. Unfortunately, we arrived at a busy time and they
wouldn't have a house for us for two months. They would allow us to stay on
post in a hotel for a short time, but we would have to pay up front and they
would reimburse us. This was the way of the army.
Thankfully, Matt's best
friend in AIT already had a house and an extra room they offered until our house
was ready. We gratefully took them up on their offer and moved in. The next
couple of months were hard as tensions rose. It's hard to cram two newlyweds
into one small house and work out meals. Soon, it was all over, though, and we
got into our cute little townhouse.
Everything was going fine, I found a job working part-time and Matt was doing
well at his job. We'd made some friends and things were working. Then things went down hill and Matt ended up being honorably discharged from the Army.
We were promised it would be anywhere from a week to a month. So we put our
lives on hold, I told my boss and we waited. And waited. Seven months later,
after much arguing, tears, heartache, and a very angry visit I made to his First
Sergeant, we were released.
It was a long and troublesome fourth trip cross-country that included several
U-haul breakdowns (don't ever use them!!!), a few crappy hotels, and our dog,
Daisy and her two puppies Bella and Jack:
After a stop off in NM to get the U-haul fixed (twice), we finally reached
our new home, Salt Lake City, UT. Love's sister and brother-in-law were kind
enough to let us stay with them (making the fourth family we'd lived with during
our short 1.5 year marriage) until we could find jobs, a place to live, and get
back on our feet. We did and we've been doing great to this day!
So that is our story, at least the short(er) version.
So did you like or hate me reposting old stuff? Leave me a comment and let me know!