Six years ago, I walked into a friend's apartment to watch a crappy horror movie, and walked out with a handsome, funny man I'd spent the night arguing politics with.

A few months later, we confessed our love to each other while highly intoxicated and agreed over pancakes the next morning that we meant it, even sober.

Five years ago, a few weeks after graduating college, I packed my car with everything I owned and cried when I kissed him goodbye.

Two weeks after that, we agreed we'd rather be seperated from each other than with anyone else.

Four years ago, we moved to California, to begin a new life together.

Three years ago, we married on a sunny beach in Cali.

Four months later, I boarded a plane for Iraq - a year spent keeping our relationship alive by phone and letter. I came home, and we moved back across the country, starting life together over again. A year ago, we bought our first house together.

And the adventure continues - for the next fifty or so years. "Marriage is finding that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life." Happy anniversary, babe.