We did it! We tied the Knot. A tight one too, one that will never come undone for all eternity. We were married in the Salt Lake Temple on March 27th, 2015 at 11:55 am. It was a long day, a great one don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t necessarily come easy. This is the crazy story of how we got started. I’ll tell you one thing, My husband Aaron and I haven’t been bored since the day we got married.
Lets back track a bit. Aaron and I bought a house in February, a little more than a month before our big day. Once we finally closed, we realized what a big project we were taking on with this house. Now let me tell you, we have an amazing house, but the previous owner had multiple pets. The carpet was stained and pretty disgusting, which called for new carpet as well as a desperate need of fresh paint on the walls. So we got to work, wanting everything finished before the big day. Our goal was to be able move in stress free, if that’s possible. A beautiful carpet was found and picked as we slaved away painting our entire upstairs. Painting, we learned is not one of our strong suits, but we finished two nights before our wedding day. Touch ups would have to be done later on. Our carpet was ordered and set to be installed while we were on our honey moon in Hawaii. We had worked hard and everything was coming together.
The big day arrived and I woke extra early, partly to get ready and partly because I was so excited I couldn’t sleep any longer. My sister did my hair, while I applied the make up. I then gathered all the essentials; Marriage License, Temple Endowments, Wedding Dress, Luggage, and, of course, Emergency Chocolate. Aaron arrived to take my mom and I to the temple, we checked and double checked that we weren’t forgetting anything. We arrived at the temple on time and everything was going smoothly. We then handed over all our documents, including our Marriage License, which was still sealed in the envelope. The kind and helpful temple worker looked over all of our stuff and then came across the envelope. She opened it, pulled out the license, and gasped. She then asked, “is this the license you gave me?” Confused, I looked at the license. It had a different couple’s name one it. It wasn’t ours. A hollow sickness hit me hard in the stomach. How could they have given us the wrong Marriage license? We never bothered to open it and check after they printed it out and put it in the envelope. Want some advice? Look at your license before your wedding. The temple lady then said it should be fine and that they will “most likely” still let us get married. She looked relaxed as she left the room to go check so I wasn’t in freak-out mode quite yet. She quickly returned, a little more anxious this time and told us we needed the correct license in order to get married. And for some strange reason the court house couldn’t fax it to us. Out come the phones. Aaron is calling all his family members, while I am calling mine. No one is answering, they are all in the temple already. I start losing it. I am bawling, makeup is running down my face, and Aaron is trying to comfort me. Finally I get a hold of my sister. She and my brother are able to leave the temple to go pick up the license. I, however am still stressed out and worried about time. We had our luncheon scheduled at 2:30 and our reception at 6. I kept thinking that all our plans were going to get thrown off.
As we were walking to go get ready for the sealing, I was trying unsuccessfully to pull myself together and was getting strange looks from people. But what can you expect? You are supposed to be happy on your wedding day, not bawling your eyes out. So, Aaron Takes me in his arms and walks me to the dressing room. He then blurts out “It’s okay Nikki, Marrying me won’t be that bad.” Suddenly I am laughing. Aaron has always been able to keep things light, no matter how bleak the situation. Better yet, he has always been able to make me laugh. That moment was when everything turned around. We were able to get our license thanks to my brother and sister. We were still able to get married and only fifteen minutes later than planned, might I add. And we made it to our luncheon and reception with out any problems. Everything worked out. I just wonder what would have happed had we scheduled our wedding for a Saturday, when the court houses are closed. We wouldn’t have been able to get our license. But why dwell on what if’s? The worst was behind us right? So we thought.
This was when Aaron almost dropped me on my wedding day!! He also reinjured his quad. I must be heavy?
The next morning, we left the Grand American Hotel, that Aaron’s sisters so kindly surprised us with the reservations for. We set off for a full day of travel to Oahu, Hawaii! Two layovers, three flights…. It was going to be another long day. And flying gives motion sickness. It was going to be a really long day! Our first flight arrived in Phoenix, Arizona. We got off and made the next flight to LA. We landed, and then sat in the plane for 20 minutes, waiting. For some reason the tunnel hadn’t arrived so we couldn’t get off the plane. Our next flight to Oahu was in an hour. So, we were in a little bit of a hurry. Finally the tunnel arrived, we got off, and realized our flight was in an entire different terminal, one you have to take a shuttle for. so we got in line and the worker told us the next shuttle should arrive in about 2 minutes. We wait…. and wait… and wait some more. Our plane is due to take off in about a half hour. So the worker calls some random shuttle to take us over. When we get to the terminal we sprint to our gate. Relieved, I see our plane is still there and hasn’t even taken off yet. But the doors are closed and they won’t let us board. The next flight was two hours later and we didn’t even get a seat next to each other. I was fuming!!!
Finally we arrive in Hawaii, it’s late, we are exhausted, and starving. So, we found a Wendy’s and went in. We ordered, ate and then left, wanting to get to our condo as quickly as possible. We found our Condo and were about to go in, when I realized I didn’t have my purse. Again with the sick hollow feeling. I get that feeling a lot. So we turned around and headed back. The whole time I am praying that my purse will be in my possession soon, while Aaron told me later he was praying a good Samaritan would find it and turn it in. When we got to Wendy’s, I headed straight for our booth. No purse. So we went to the cash register and asked a young worker if she received the purse. She said no. My heart sunk. As we turned to leave, a man came in and asked if we were looking for grey purse. A glitter of hope filled my eyes. “Yes, we are!” I said. He then told us he turned it in to that young Wendy’s worker, The one we just got through talking with. We looked at her and she looked at us… “Oh yeah!!! that purse…” She suddenly remembered. “I did get that and I put it right here.” she pointed to the counter top. We look at the empty counter. There was nothing there. She then explains how she doesn’t know where it could have gone. So we ask to speak to the manager. The manager looked around and then asked to get my name and number so they can call if they find it. Aaron and I told her that wouldn’t cut it, “we want the purse and we want it now.” So she and her workers go to the back office and shut the door. They were in there for about fifteen minutes and would not come back to talk to us. Sketchy. So I called the police. When the Manager finally returned from her group discussion She said the same thing as before, she wanted to take my name and number. I told her straight out, “I called the police.” All the sudden she got a little more serious and started yelling at the young worker about how the purse should have been given to her so she could have put it in the safe, which is protocol.
While we were all waiting for the cop to show up, the good Samaritan stuck around so he could give his statement as well. What a stand up guy. The young coworker’s mother also came in and just hung out in the back of the restaurant. Awkward. When the cop finally got there, he took our statements. Once all our statements were taken, the cop told us an investigation would take place, but we probably wouldn’t get the purse back since it was no longer in the building. The whole situation was just the icing on the cake to our long day of traveling. The cop then took our statement to his car while Aaron and I started talking to the Wendy’s Workers. Aaron started explaining to the workers that we were on our honey moon and that this was our first night in Hawaii. He then said that we weren’t interested in pressing charges, we just wanted the purse back for my ID’s which I would need to get back to Utah. I am married to a very smart man. The workers all the sudden got really friendly and started asking questions, “Oh, You guys are on your Honey Moon? First day in Hawaii? How do you like it? ” I replied…. ” I don’t like it very much.” Which probably wasn’t the best response on my part, when Aaron was trying to establish sympathy from them, but whatever.
The cop was still in the parking lot when the young worker’s mom came up to us and went off. She started yelling at me about how it was my responsibility to keep track of the purse and that it was my own fault this happened. She then Promptly asked us if “we wanted to get rough?” I was shocked! Here we are in “Paradise,” on our Honey moon, and some Polynesian Mother wants to beat me up. Luckily, right then the cop walked through the door. Needless to say, she backed off quickly. We were then escorted to our car for our safety and took the trip back to the condo Purse less.
Well, that night we crashed, and we crashed hard! The next morning however at about ten o’clock I received a call from the Hawaii Police. I picked up the phone and Heard the best news I’d ever heard in my life. They had my purse! An anonymous Wendy’s co-worker claimed they found it by the dumpster and turned it in. So Aaron and I headed to the police department. We retrieved my purse and found everything accounted for except $200 dollars in cash. Despite the missing money we were both very happy and realized both of our prayers were answered. I got my purse back and Aaron’s good Samaritan came through. I just want to say that with out the good Samaritan, we would have never even called the cops. I wish I could send him a proper thank you. It is such a blessing to know that there are good people everywhere. I would have been stranded in Hawaii with out him. And I know, that sounds like a good thing! I also know that our prayers were answered. I didn’t think I’d ever see my purse again.
So our first two days of marriage consisted of receiving the wrong Marriage License, missing our flight, getting my purse stolen by Wendy’s, and almost getting in a fight with a Polynesian mom. What a start! I am happy to report however, that the rest of the trip was amazing. Hawaii is beautiful and Aaron and I did all we could in the time that we had. We went to the La’ie LDS temple, the Polynesian Cultural Center and Pearl Harbor. We snorkeled, Parasailed, hiked, and Ran on the beach. We also ate Hawaiian haystacks with Hawaiian Punch, got chased and bit by a duck, and sat in traffic for probably half the trip. But after all was said and done I wouldn’t take back one experience. I have learned a lot about me and Aaron’s relationship. We have experienced each other in times of very high stress, in some of the most surprising situations possible, and not once did we lose our patience with each other. We were there for each other and comforted one another. I learned how supportive, patient, and helpful Aaron is. And Aaron Learned how forgetful and stressed out I can be. Yet, Aaron never once showed frustration with me for leaving my purse at Wendy’s. Which I am so Grateful for because I was already so hard on myself. He stood by my side and helped me through the entire miserable process. And even listed multiple positives about the situation and all the other situations we went through. I love him so much! And feel that these experiences brought us closer together. Our knot is tighter than ever because of these experiences. We have been able to work together through good experiences and bad and I intend to keep it that way. As for the future experiences that come to our door, I say bring it on, Aaron and I can handle it. Although let’s be clear, I’m not asking for more craziness. I am looking forward to the day when I’m bored.
Parasailing! Got some awesome pictures. I have learned that any kind of flying makes me motion sick. I just don’t belong in the air.
Polynesian Cultural Center
Hawaiian Haystacks and Hawaiian Punch. We are so clever….