First it was love

One month ago today, we said our vows. We were married in front of our closest family and friends at a beautiful cabin on a reservoir. We threw in a few chuckles, inside jokes, and crazy dances to top the night off right. It took us six years to reach that day. July 1st, 2017 and the weeks both leading up to and after it will always be one of the greatest times of our lives.

So one month later, where are we at?  Well, today he’s taking a check-ride after being away for a week of training.  I won’t see him again until tomorrow. Happy one-month dear! As small as a day like today is, it sure would’ve been nice to have him home, but like so many in this world, that is not the case. Many holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, and family functions will be spent without him over the years to come, this is just the start. This is what I signed up for. I literally signed on the dotted line in full knowledge that this would be the life.

You see: I married a pilot.

One month ago- we said “I Do”

To that end, we start our marital journey. One of love, commitment, and a desperate need to keep the communication lines open. Lord only knows where we would be if just one of those parts malfunctioned.

Now, I know we just got hitched, and life seems to be starting all over. But not everything has changed, in fact mostly my name and insurance holders if we’re being literal. But if there are two key points I could say we have taken away from the previous six years together, it’s that:

• Communication is key to a life lived apart,
• Trust is built on understanding and that all important communication

I know, I know: its not ground-breaking. It is however something we work on each day. Yes, we speak each and every day, provided we are able. Some days its a text conversation, sometimes e-mails, maybe even a FB Messenger chat. Most days though, its a good-old-fashioned call. We don’t talk long, we normally don’t need to. The understanding and trust we’ve built over the past years has allowed us to dig deep and simply feel each others presence. It sounds mushy, but hey, it is what it is.

I make our relationship sound like fairy tale right? (and you’re screaming at me through your screen, huh?) Well, we are hardly in a dreamland. I can say that with certainty. Ironically, our eleven month engagement was the hardest and strangest year we had endured.

Between sporadic uncertainties, having a great deal of patience, humility, understanding, and faith that all will work out, we learned the strength of each other and the incredible support we are surrounded by from our amazing families.  I know, that as long as my mans away, I will always have our entire family to support us, and to keep me sane through all the crazy schedules, lonely holidays, and scary moments that can befall a short pilots wife who is terrified of spiders.

We are lucky, and we are one. As the blogger “The Pilot Wife Life” quotes so perfectly on her page:

“Flying is his passion and he chooses it. He is my passion and I choose him.”

One month ago I chose him forever and I can’t wait to see where our wings will take us. ❤

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I have no set direction this blog is going yet. It is a page I’d like to update once a month or so as I chronicle our journey together through marriage and distance. Who knows what life will throw our way, but we’ll be together sitting right-seat for each other through it all.