How I Became Mrs. Galster: Chapter Fifteen

Continued from How I Became Mrs. Galster: Chapter Fourteen

…I made a split second decision to go with our happiness and see what happened. And I haven’t looked back since.

As the days rolled by, it was suddenly December. The holidays were upon us – and I was so excited to shop for a Christmas gift for Ricky that I couldn’t stand it.

We were busy, but things really weren’t that eventful: For our first Christmas together, I found the classic velvet stockings to hang by the fireplace at Pottery Barn – they were gorgeous. One for him, one for Lucy and one for me. We got new vehicles like we had planned. I made Lucy her very own Christmas tutu – out of studded burgundy tulle and shiny green satin. It was adorable, but she refused to keep it on!

That December, I also quit my job. It was unexpected, but Ricky was more than supportive of my decision. Because of that support I wasn’t at all anxious about the road ahead – and looking back I realize that this decision may have been a huge precursor to us actually getting pregnant. You see, I was a heavily stressed out workaholic. Seriously – I literally do not think that I could have gotten pregnant with the level of stress I had in my life at that point. Leaving took a huge weight off of my shoulders…so I really shouldn’t have been too surprised to find out we were pregnant a month later – although I’m getting a little ahead of myself here.

After Christmas, Ricky and I decided to take a little weekend getaway up north – yes, there IS an up north in Minesota!- for New Year’s Eve. I packed up a suitcase with everything that *I* thought we could possibly need for a weekend of relaxation – but apparently I wasn’t really thinking on the right track. I came walking outside of our townhouse to find Ricky loading a bunch of heavy outdoor gear – his Carhart bib overalls, a super insulated snowmobile jacket and extra warm boots – into the back of his truck. I didn’t understand what he was doing. When I asked him, he looked at me like I was insane.

“Cort, we’re traveling FOUR hours north in the middle of winter. What happens if there’s a snow storm and we get stuck in a ditch? What happens if we get a flat tire? We need to be prepared for these kind of things!”

Doh. My little city boots and swing coat probably wouldn’t get me too far in the middle of a snowstorm if something happened. Although what was the actual likelihood that we were going to get stranded in the middle of nowhere with a brand new truck? Apparently, this was something I should have been concerned about.

As we made the four hour trek up north and the early evening turned into black sky – I realized that there were no streetlights along the highway once we got out of any major city. Suddenly I was very thankful for my soon-to-be hubby thinking ahead like he did! Our four hour drive stretched on – have you ever sat in a truck for that long in the middle of winter? Let me tell you from experience: your booty will BURN by the time you actually reach your destination. I wish I were kidding.

So our weekend started. We had a blast running around the little town of Detroit Lakes, checking out the sights and meeting new people. New Year’s Eve rolled around and we went to a little party at our hotel – but were pretty much ready to crash at midnight. The only problem? An unforeseen snowstorm that hit the entire state that night.

…To be continued…

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