Six years ago was crazy. The farther away that day gets, the more I forget how crazy it was. So I look at this and I laugh. And I think I have to call my brother and thank him again for kneeling in ice in a rented tux to hold up the train of my silly, big, im-a-bride-look-at-me dress, just so we could get these totally staged photos. My family rules, and my husband is the best. Happy six years to us.