I tried to find the disc of wedding photos buried somewhere in the sea of boxes residing in the basement, but engagements and bridals were the only thing I could dig up. I love this picture because you look taller than me and maybe someday when I'm shrunken with age (and as a result of the genetic back hump that seems to be afflicting the women of my family), this illusion will be come a reality. A tall girl can only hope.
Anyway, 6 years man, happy anniversary! We have married people street cred I think. I'll see that newlywed nonsense and raise you 6 years, 2 kids, a dog, and a MORTGAGE. Oh yes, this is serious business now. I'm glad I chose to marry you despite the weird last name and our minor height difference because baby, can't nobody love me quite like you do. Thanks for my boys, for your endless hard work to take care of our needs and wants, thanks for dealing with my crazy (and we know it is subtantial), and especially for the goodness in your heart. I would say "yes" again in a minute you know.