You see during the previous summer Brady and his brother decided to throw a house party while their newly married parents were on their honeymoon. It was the summer before their senior year. While I was not in attendance, half of our little high school was. Long story short the party ended up getting busted by the police and all the students who were there had to call their parents to come get them. Naturally the school found out and any students who attended and also played sports had to be suspended from several of their first games for the fall season. This affected me because I played soccer and some of our best seniors happened to be at that party. It didn't take long for anyone and everyone who was not in attendance to hear about the event. So back to the point, when Brady walked into the classroom that day it was not just me who knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was.
Once I had gotten past my insecure thoughts I was determined to make Brady mine. I always told him that if it wasn't for me we would have never got together in the first place. He never said otherwise, so we'll assume I'm right. Anyway, my plan was to make up excuses to hang out with him one on one. That week I asked him to give me a ride to a basketball game with some excuse like I didn't know the directions or it would save on gas. Both of those reasons held truth so I wouldn't say I lied. The following weekend I made sure to show up to a party he asked me to go to, but only for a short time (I still had to do some playing hard to get after all). It wasn't long at all before our attraction grew. I was wide eyed for him and he seemed to be the same for me.
Our relationship over the years was never perfect. In fact we both tried to end it on two separate occasions. He broke it off with me once and I with him once and after that we considered ourselves even. We made valiant efforts to be apart; spent months away from one another, dated other people, and attempted to move on. In the end we just could not deny the love we had. It was special, it was real, it was effortless. I used to joke with Brady about how many times I would tell him I loved him on any given day. I promise I'm not exaggerating when I tell you he probably heard those words from me 10-15 times a day, every single day. I know some people say that when you abuse your words too much or over use them they begin to mean less over time, but the truth is I could never tell him "I love you" too many times. He was my babe and there was no need for him to go a month, week, day, or an even hour without me reminding him of that.
As I walked down the aisle that day, with so much excitement in my soul, I couldn't wait to see his adorable one sided dimple smile. Our hour long Catholic ceremony seemed like an eternity while I waited to share our first kiss as husband and wife. It really was a magical day. I would maybe even dare to say the best day of my life. I never needed a wedding to know that I would love and cherish Brady for all of my days, but getting to spend it with so many people who are dear to us made it that much more remarkable.