In Sickness and In Health (Turns Out It Wasn’t Theoretical)

🌼 Date: Sunday, December 21, 2025

⚡ Energy: Low but sentimental

💔 Status: Alive (and still married)

🌞 Outlook: Grateful with a side of awe

Today is a big one.

Casey and I have been married for 34 years.
Thirty. Four.

We met in high school — I graduated in 1989, he graduated in 1990 — and somehow, instead of growing apart, we just… kept choosing each other. That means we’ve spent well over half our lives side by side. Honestly, it’s closer to two-thirds, which feels both wild and grounding at the same time.

People love a good love story, but they don’t always love to talk about what it actually takes to keep one.

Ours has survived:

growing up together
becoming adults together
the loss of a child (which breaks many marriages beyond repair)
and now, cancer

And yet — here we are.

Still laughing.
Still sitting in silence without it being awkward.
Still knowing what the other one needs without saying a word.

Casey is my ride or die, my best friend, and my favorite person to do everything with — from vacations and adventures to sitting in complete silence like it’s a competitive sport.

Lately, that also looks like him sticking right by my side when chemo decides to humble me — again. He’s the one ready to hold my hair back… if I had enough hair to actually hold. He changes my bandages without hesitation. He helps when my body feels unfamiliar and fragile and frankly annoying. And he does all of it without flinching, without making a face, and without ever making me feel less than.

There’s no drama.
No martyrdom.
No “look at me being a good guy.”

Just quiet, steady love in motion.

He shows up in the moments no one posts about. The unglamorous ones. The messy ones. The ones that test whether love is real or just poetic. Turns out “in sickness and in health” wasn’t theoretical.

That kind of love doesn’t come from grand gestures.
It comes from choosing each other every single day, especially when things get hard, weird, or involve medical tape.

Romance is great. Changing bandages without flinching is elite.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time

In Sickness and In Health (Turns Out It Wasn’t Theoretical)