The One Where We've Been Married ALMOST A Decade


 As wedding photographers, it's our job to tell everyone else's love story. But, today is our 9th Anniversary, so i'm gonna tell you ours. I'm even gonna let you in on a few secrets that might get us both in trouble, but this is our story and we wouldn't be where we are today if anything had been different. So here you go.

When I was 15, I got caught shoplifting mascara from Rite Aid. Dumb, I know, but I was a kid.  Instead of pressing charges they fined me, so my dad got me a job sweeping up trash at the good ol' Douglas County Fair so I could pay for it. 

After a  sweating all day in my sexy orange work vest, I bumped into a blue eyed boy who was on his way to the talent show. He was eating an elephant ear, and I commented that it looked delicious. We spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, while I hid from my boss because I was still on the clock. Oops, sorry dad.

I was grounded all summer, for obvious reasons, so we spent the next few months sneaking out to meet up at the park, and sneaking phone calls while I hid under my sister's bed. Then school started, and after many bummed rides, and chaperoned dates, we got too busy, and split up. No tears, just a hug and a see ya later.

Years later I got a job making pizza at Little Caesars. He had just moved back to town and happened to come in one night. When we spotted each other it was like no time had passed. We hugged, grabbed  coffee to catch up and spent the evening reminiscing, and then immediately dumped the people we were currently dating. We spent the whole summer together, we jumped off cliffs, swam in rivers, drove through states to see concerts, made cheesey music videos, and rode on the roofs of our cars. That was it. 

Plot twist: I was already registered for college in Maui and after summer, I moved across the ocean. Before I knew it we we're making each other emo warped tour mix tapes, wiping our tears on our black hoodies, and saying goodbye again.

Eight months, and hundreds of dollars of calling cards later, he finally bought a ticket to come visit, and then he decided to stay. He moved in with my friend, and we took the island by storm. We bought a van for $1, got tattoos, got jobs, lost jobs, ditched class, surfed, hiked, camped, slept under the stars, and sang at the top of our lungs.

The school year ended, and we moved home, but he quickly got into a tech school hundreds of miles away, while I stayed and worked on my nursing degree. The next two years seemed like ten minutes and a thousand year at the same time. We were so busy, we hardly ever saw each other and were lucky to talk a few times a week. But before I knew it I was graduating and moving closer to him to go to University. We were finally in the same city. Then after 4 years of long distance dating, on a freezing cold night in December, he brought me to the place where we first met, and proposed. We were married the following September.

In the nine years we've been married we've done a lot. We worked as nannies, lived in a flooding basement,  walked to work when we had no car. We struggled through college with $20 in the bank, ate a ton of Ramen, and always dreamed big. We've moved six times, to four cities. We gained weight, lost weight, went on mission trips, recorded music, and started several small businesses. We traveled the world, worked dream jobs, and now finally we're becoming parents.

We have always supported each other. He worked two jobs to put me through nursing school, and I encouraged him to chase his dreams. It has been an adventure but we have enjoyed every second. We have loved each other longer than we haven't. We are best friends. We are Team Hurtienne. We are made for each other.

photos by Jennifer Moher

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