
October 11 is our "pretend" anniversary. This is what we were doing 6 years ago on our supposed-to-be wedding day. Brian getting treatments for his Leukemia - diagnosed three weeks before our wedding.

I just found these pictures this last week. They remind me of how far we've come - how much Brian has gone through. He is my hero. He's been through countless treatments and surgeries and has said very little about it. I complain about how tired I am every day of my life. Not him. He's got better things to do.
Brian is a friend to everyone. I don't know ANYONE that doesn't like him. And what's not to like? I am just so grateful - especially today - that he is here with me. Back then we didn't know how things would turn out. I remember one time in his hospital room that he talked about us getting married. For a few days, right at the beginning, he was worried about me feeling obligated to marry him. I can understand where he was coming from, but after several of those comments I told him to stop saying it. I remember saying, "Five days, five years, or fifty. It's worth it." And I meant it. And here we are...six years later.

He is so good to me and wants me to be so happy. He is more patient than most people I know and forgives so many of my weird quarks and weaknesses.
I love the life that we've created together. We're a good team. And it turns out that we make cute babies. To have babies at all - another miracle.
I love Brian more today than I did back then and look forward to another six years...times a bajillion.