I debated about including the Twin Towers attack in this story but, honestly, it was a turning point for us (and so many others, but the trickle-down effect is surprising). I was at work the day the Towers were struck and I was at work, months later, when Matt asked to postpone our wedding. My friend and roommate was furious with him at the time, I was still holding on to hope. Optimistic til the very end, no?

I really do think I would have made a good Navy wife. I’m self-sufficient enough to have withstood the separations and all but again, I’m glad (in hindsight) things worked out the way they did. The move to Nevada happened the weekend before our original wedding date and that turned out to be harder than I’d expected. I’ve never been great with changes in plans but this time it felt surreal knowing that I should have been walking down the aisle (in a GORGEOUS dress I’d found a couple weeks before the postponement) when in reality I was driving down to the county, trying to get a message to Matt’s ex-wife who’d come off the road (she’d been a trucker, before) to take over care of the boys when he was so many thousands of miles away.