...six years ago, Brian and I were married.
Happy Anniversary, honey.
Those pictures are nice. Look at how quickly we move without children. Almost ninja-like.
Six years ago, we shook hands with 4.3 million people (most of them, I'm convinced, we will never see again) and ate really fancy finger foods while a big band played and I wore rented clothes. This weekend, we ate hot dogs and watched "Transformers" because I am actually eight years old.
Six years ago, I thought romance was the product of a carefully orchestrated environment where every detail was "right." Our wedding felt a bit like a coronation ceremony. A full six years into the Erickson kingdom, stepping over (and occasionally on) toys, waking up at 5:30am to pour orange juice into sippy cups, and both being exhausted at the end of a very normal day, I've realized that genuine romance thrives despite the details.
A nice wedding is tough to pull off. A good marriage is grace beyond measure.