The Daily Hailey

Today, Brady and I have been married for twelve years. 

Last year’s anniversary was so wonderful. We got to get all dressed up in our wedding gear and Cher took some fast paced, ice cold pictures of us. They were beautiful. More beautiful than our original wedding pictures, I can confidently say. We then went out on a date to the Old Spaghetti Factory and hung out by the river. It was really nice.

In the last year, we’ve done SO MUCH in the way of our family and our future. Its been a really lovely time in our lives, and despite the world reeling under quarantine, we have only gotten closer.

This year, we celebrate being together for another year, reeeaaally honing in on the whole “in sickness and in health” thing. I knowingly married a tradesman. A carpenter. A contractor. He’s shoots himself with nails a LOT. He’s ripped his hands open with every tool in the book. He’s been burned and worn and hurt in varying degrees. I have been waiting for him to cut a finger off or something of the sort. But I did not see this spine stuff in our near future. Or in our future at all. No one did.

Off to Brady’s MRI last week, together.

We spend this anniversary anxious, heavy, and very much distracted by the chaos within our hearts. The impending MRI is hard to look past, and the week ahead is so uncertain. 

But I still choose him, obviously. Whether I knew this in advance or not, I would always choose you, Brady.

For better or worse.
For richer or poorer.
In sickness and in health.
To love and to cherish. 

Not a doubt in my mind. 

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜