Now that we’re married, we’re going to start looking into officially changing our names to Surrain.
Aaron Joseph Lipke Surrain
Sarah Huckabay Surrain
The wedding was the best day of our lives, but our honeymoon had a less-than-auspicious start. Half way home from Milwaukee, acute abdominal pain prompted a change of plans. Sarah took an ambulance to Lake Forest Hospital, where we spent the next 4 hours. Lemon laws don’t apply to wives, so I was pretty nervous that I’d have no redress if my marriage only lasted a day. With those fears allayed, we turned to fretting about our honeymoon. An ultrasound saved the day and set us on our way home with just a little abating residual pain and 6 hours to pack and catch a plane. We rushed, then waited, missed flights, rushed some more, waited some more, jogged a mile along the future path of Miami Airport’s monorail, missed another flight, holed up in Miami (in style, thanks to Dan and Gretchen!), waited for the plane, waited for the rain and finally took off a day late but no worse for the wear.
In the midst of congratulating ourselves for keeping such high spirits throughout our miniature travails, we gazed out the window of our plane to catch the rather dramatic moment of our plane leaving the gray below as it ascended into the clear be-puffy-clouded sky above the rain. And that’s what our name means. After months of mostly entertaining ourselves with would-be new surnames, Surrain came to me from the thought of being above (the prefix sur-) the rain. We mulled it over during our honeymoon and, having found it satisfying aesthetically and handy as a mantra, name-like and unblemished by any corporate trademark claims, we’re going for it.