Six Years

Six Years. 

I can't believe it's been that long. 

Or that's it has been that long and I still really, really think this guy is so groovy. 

Six years ago my dad walked me down the aisle to get married.

And my mom helped me plan a huge event. 300 people!

And the adorable sisters who were there to celebrate. Bobby, I love your hair! Princess Rachael, you look like you are 5 years old!

And my brothers who were there to keep things interesting.

They always do.


And the cute flower girls and flag wavers.

And all the lovely ushers. I can't believe most of these girls are in college now. . .

And my girls. Thank you.

And the boys. Doing their best impersonation of "Blue Steel."

We still talk about this day often and how beautiful the day was, much fun we had, how perfect it all came off. (If you were there and remember it differently, please keep it to yourself. Ignorance is bliss.)

So today we are celebrating the sixth anniversary of this amazing party.

To fete ourselves, we played golf at a great course nearby and shared a bottle of champagne. Ok, I might have not shared all that much.

And we only had a few minor mishaps on the course. Other than that, I don't have much to complain about. Not much at all.

Except for maybe this. Apparently the symbolism for the 6th wedding anniversary is "wood." After many hilarious jokes and innuendos about my "wood" gift, all of which cannot be published here, I was given these. Typical Redhead.

It's been a great six years.

Life is good. 

Really good.