It's our sixth anniversary, the candy and iron anniversary apparently. We've been married for six years, together for seven, but it hasn't seemed like that much time has passed. Wasn't it just yesterday he cooked his home made mushroom fettuccine for me? Little did I know how much my world would change after that night. We would become inseparable, it was silly for me to have my own apartment when I spent almost every second with him. I moved in and that place became 'ours' in a matter of weeks. It felt so right, we just knew. Wasn't it just a blink of an eye ago when he came home from work that day, grinning ear to ear, pronouncing, 'So, do you want to get married?' We shook on it right there and the deal was sealed. In the same instant that I feel so little time has passed, it also feels like a lifetime. I almost don't remember a time when we weren't together, no relationship before matters, they don't exist. I can't imagine not being with Mark. Mark describes it as if trying to imagine living without a limb, we are so much a part of each other, so much in love. Six years.