Loretta's Countdown to 60

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Out of the frying pan…

I moved to Bend, Oregon in 1978 and never dreamed that I’d end up staying for over 30 years. I was just 19 when I first arrived in that little town, and so much had changed over the years.

Especially me.

But by 2009, I couldn’t wait to leave. My kids were grown and off to start their own lives, my friendships had changed so much I could barely recognize them, and my business was no longer paying the bills.

It was time to move on.

Judd and I talked of marriage when he gave me the ring back in May, but had no date in mind. When we discussed moving to California, we decided to set a date for early spring. We both felt our chances of getting into a caretaker position would improve as a married couple.

And we were excited to get on with our new life together.

When I saw the craigslist ad for a caretaker position in Napa, I immediately applied. That was in February 2009. I waited two weeks to get a response and was so elated when I finally got a return email requesting a phone interview.

I’ve never been so excited and nervous in my life.

That job was perfect, and I wanted it every bit as much as I needed it. I remember pacing around while talking to a very nice man on the other end of the line, hoping I had answered all of his questions “correctly”.

I kept telling myself to relax and just be myself. It would all work out fine.

That interview was one week before our wedding. I was a ball of emotions and there was so much swirling around inside my head, it was all I could do to keep track of everything and keep moving forward.

Two days before our wedding, I got a call back.

The nice man I had spoken to said they would like to invite me in for a face-to-face interview with three of the principal’s executives. I think I actually jumped up, but contained the squeal, (I think).

We were married in a private home surrounded by close friends and family. It was such a beautiful wedding and I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I was married in 2009 in a private ceremony

My oldest son and Judd’s daughter did not share my enthusiasm.

They both expressed their concerns about us getting married. I completely understood why my son had trepidations. He knew what I went through with Rob and did not want to see me hurt again.

But it would take another year before I learned why Judd’s daughter kept saying, “You don’t really know my Dad”.

The next day, we packed the car and headed south to the San Francisco Bay Area and an interview for what we hoped would be our new home and my new job.

8 Comments

  1. Gorgeous dress 👗! I can’t wait to hear about the Napa job!

  2. You look incredible in your wedding photo. It’s hard reading your story sometimes because, obviously, we sort of know the ending. We know Judd isn’t John. And so now I sit on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment. You are the master of suspense and tension!

  3. What a dress and you look beautiful. Xx

  4. Fabulous dress and love the drop off at the end. Where do I go now??? LOL

    • Loretta Sayers
      Loretta Sayers

      2018-06-07 at 16:18

      Thank you Rebecca…it was fun to design that dress!

      There is more of the story posted…thank you for reading!!

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