An Open Letter to My husband, Mr. Bray

Marriage has a lot of ups and downs and sometimes, it seems like the bad is really bad. When a person gets married, you have to become one, and that can be hard for certain people. When we got together, I was already set in my ways. It has been a transition not making decisions on my own and remember to consult you. I’m still currently struggling with this *insert awkward grin*. It has been a challenge to remember we have to communicate with everything. When we first got married, I had no idea what to expect. No one can truly prepare for marriage. In the famous words of Jerry Seinfeld, “Marriage is like any growth. You can’t be ready for it because it’s growth. It’s gonna be new, you’re gonna have a new life, you’re gonna be a new person.” That could not be more true! I’m thankful you are in my life and I’m grateful our planets aligned just right for us to make this thing, our thing. I am so appreciative of you being in or boys’ lives and helping me raise them. It is so cute watching our 2 year old, Michael, III “brush his beard” because he has seen you do it. I love how Janori watches and admires you when you coach his basketball team. He will often say, he has to do something a certain way because “Michael told him to do it like that.” I love how we have some of the same thoughts without even saying a word or say a sentence in unison, unplanned.

Look, I know I am not easy to deal with, and you know you are not either, but who really is? We all have our quirks and preferences. We all have our bull sh*t, but I rather deal with your bull sh*t than anyone else’s. You know we will be forever bonded since you literally saved my life twice. I’m almost positive if you did not put me first and worried about you later, I definitely would have drowned in that river when we went floating back in May of 2022. I’m sure I would not be here today, if your instincts would not have kicked in when I was in the process of {trigger warning} having our second miscarriage on our bathroom floor in February 2023. I kept telling you I was fine and to NOT call the ambulance. I was so adamant about not calling them! I really thought I was going to be fine. By the time I realized the situation was serious, I was already blacking out and could not speak from losing so much blood. The doctors said if we would have waited any longer to call the ambulance, I would have definitely died on our bathroom floor.

So again, I thank you publicly.

Here’s to our future, together! Cheers!

-Mrs. Bray