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.
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.