photos on film hold an incredible amount of weight

as a child i never once dreamed about my wedding day. and i didn't really give it much thought as i got older. i guess it just never really mattered much to me.

so when the time came that i would be married, i had little to no opinion of the actual event. (that's what sisters are for.)

needless to say, i don't really remember much of that day. i'm not exactly sure what was said in the sealing room. i have no idea who came through our reception line. but i do remember watching spencer walk up the west entrance of the temple as i trailed behind from the north. he waited on the stairs for me to catch up and we went in together. that moment is what i remember. and that moment is as significant a moment as any.

now it's six years later.

december. 2003.

(contrary to what the evidence may show, we were not on our way to the sadie hawkins dance.)

with every year together we both get a little older, little wiser, littler fatter (perfect). and while six years may not feel as important as ten. or as momentous as twenty-five or fifty. it's still a whole six years, which is something.

our life together is not always picture-perfect, but it's like he always says: we have an easy life. a perfectly imperfect, easy, happy life. and whenever i find myself caught up by all of the insignificance along the way, i can still find him stopped up ahead waiting for me to catch up. simply because he understands the importance of us going in together.

i think that was what i dreamed about as a child.

(happy anniversary.)