Cunningham Family's Adventures Thru the USA

The Beginning

The Beginning

In the beginning we were your average american family.

Bill supported us for 9 years while I stayed home with the children.

About this time last year he finally asked for the year off.

To give him a chance to reboot and recharge. Spend sometime with the younger two children. Being that he worked so much when the older two where babies, he doesn’t want to miss it this time around.

How could I refuse?

Nathan was so excited to have a fun goofball like Dad to tackle all day.

And Gabbie was all about her Daddy.

So I found work and life went on.

At the time of our crazy idea, we lived in a 3 bedroom apartment on the 3rd floor in Connecticut. We loved our cozy apartment.

We had an amazing Landlord. Awesome neighbors, who happened to be our Best friends.

Recently had updated all our things.

Funny story about the plant on the table. For more about plant, see below.

The kid’s were in a great school and the bus stop was at our front door. I had 2 decent jobs, making decent money. I got along with my co-workers on an outside of work bases. We had finally made some decent friends. Had acquired a decent vehicle…

In some’s eyes, our life was complete.

But, we were Bored.

You can see it written all over each of their faces.

Life just didn’t seem to have a sparkle.

Who knew it was a Potato?

Goofing off one day, I said I was interesting in seeing what happened when you planted a potato. So Bill did… but forgot to tell anyone that he planted it in one of my house planters.

A few months later this weird plant popped up. He had long forgot about planting it and he too, started wondering what was growing. Finally after not being able to stand the mystery any longer he plucked it to discover his potato bought from the local supermarket.

The Meeting of Two Hearts

Once upon a time, in 1995… two hearts met. -laughs- Actually Bill and I met because of Bill’s best friend’s girl-friend, who wanted to play match maker. Well actually, I was best friends with her and Bill was best friends with her current boy friend. We were 14 at the time. I can still remember sitting in class and her showing me this picture, asking what I thought of the kids. I knew the one boy was her boyfriend, I even knew of the odd-looking red-head. But not the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who sat between them. She asked if she could give him my number, I agreed.

See Bill went to a different high school than I did and I think it was like 2 months before he finally did call. We hit it off immediately. Both somehow able to see past the others fronts because we had never actually met. We talked for M O N T H S. Freely about anything and everything. He was my best friend before I ever met him and I was his. After finally talking his Mom into transferring schools, Bill entered my school at the end of my 10th grade year.

Can you believe it? Don’t we look like babies.

He moved away at the end of ’97… ’98 maybe. I remember being so bummed. Somehow we managed to keep in contact. When I graduated in May 2000, I immediately began looking for my own apartment. A few weeks later, after being settled into my new apartment I caught wind that he was visiting for one week. I was so excited. Now this was at a time before cell phones were so huge. In fact, I don’t think I had a phone at all and my parents were funny about giving my address out even to known friends… I had no way of knowing where his brother was staying but I knew he was at the beach… For days I wondered how I was gonna run it to him. Finally the beach held a Latino Festival. I figured it’s a festival, I’m bound to run into him. I recall sitting at the bus stop for like an hour before I saw the first bus past on the opposite side. The street I lived on, the naval base was at the end… so the buses would go to the end sit then come back around. I watched a 2nd bus drive by. A half an hour later I watched a 3rd bus drive by and this time a lady got off and crossed the street. She looked ahead and then at me, back ahead and then turned around and started walked towards me. I assumed she much have missed her stop. But she hadn’t.

Why did she turn around and decide to come talk to me?

To this very day I’ll never know. But she walked right up and sat at the bus stop with me and started talking. Some how we got on to the topic of why I was waiting for the bus that was taking an odd amount of time to make its way back to us. I told her I was gonna roam the beach hoping to run into my best friend who was visiting for only a few more days. She apparently was so touched by my story that she gave me $7 to call a cab.

I was like, “What? Who are you? I’ll probably never see you again…”

She said… ” Well if you do, return it then and if we never see each other again… Well consider it a gift.”

At the time, I thought this lady was a bit crazy but I was extremely grateful not to have to wait for the bus any longer. -laughs- Actually, I had to make a choice about running across the street to use the payphone or stay and wait for the bus. I took my chance, made the call and ran back to the bus stop and waited. Which would arrive first? Thank goodness it was the taxi. I made it out to the beach only costing a few dollars. I walked around the festival for a few hours… Maybe not even a few hours, I’m not really sure. At some point I gave up and decided that I’d visit a friend who is working in a store a few blocks from where I was. I walked pasted a set of back ally stairs, as he was coming down them.

Was it fate?

We have pretty much been together ever since. 11 years now.

We will have been Married 2 years as of September 6. Was it always perfect? Of course not. We had to work for it like anything else.

But it was so worth it.

And I bet you are wondering about that lady.

Yes, about 2 years later Bill and I ran into her one afternoon in a Taco Bell, while she was waiting for her daughter to get off work. I tried to repay her then but she kindly replied

“Seeing you two together and that Beautiful little Baby (referring to Lilie) is payment enough.” and then she smiled.

Our Wedding