Zach and I have been married for six years, and in that six years we have moved six times. We have never lived near either of our parents or siblings and have had a wide variety of homes, and experiences. Usually when people hear this we get the usual response of...
"Wow. That is a lot of moves." or "Six times huh? That's a whole lot of moving boxes.".
Sometimes we get jokes like "Wow, I never thought I'd meet a true nomad." or "Working for Dillards (the reason for the majority of our moves) is worse than being in the military."
On occasion however I get responses like these....
"Ugh, that is horrible. We would never do that."
"I prefer having a place I can call home."
"I would never move that often, I would just tell my husband that is not happening."
or my favorite:
"My husband knows better than to try and move me away from my family, he knows that is not an option."
It is because of the occasional responses that I have a response of my own...
Zach,
YOU are my family.
Although I love and cherish my parents and siblings, when we made our marriage covenant together, we became one. We became our own family.
Together we have brought three beautiful spirits to this earth, and I treasure my time spent with them and you.
I am grateful for a hardworking, spiritual, and selfless husband who does all he can to make life wonderful for myself and my children. I will support and uplift you any way I can, and will walk with you to the ends of the earth.
No matter where we are, as long as we are together I am home.
I Love You.
Codilyn
