So, yes, 6 years ago Ben and I were married. (Ohhh, happy anniversary to you, too, Kristen!). Appearently six years is a really long time - long enough to effect your memory; long enough to have a conversation like this with your husband today:
(Ben is hugging me and reminiscing of our wedding day and says)
"I remember being at the Temple and then seeing you come in because you were late or something."
me: "AHEM. AHEM. HAHA. AHEM. HAHA. Do you want to think about that a little more? AHEM. . . I don't think so. YOU were the one that was late. You never saw me walk in the temple because I was already there."
Ben: "Oh. So maybe my memory got a little confused."
(I'm still laughing about it.)
On our 12th anniverary (6 years from now, of course), Ben will probably say something like, "Oh, I remember our 6th anniversary. I made you breakfast in bed. We went out to a very fancy restaurant that night. I gave you a 45-minute back rub. . ."
And I'll be like, "Yeah, right. That so did not happen."
But I guess it doesn't matter that today was basically any other day. Because I didn't marry Ben because I wanted someone to share exciting adventures with. I married Ben because I wanted somebody to share Life with. And Life is what we got. A pretty darn good one, too.