When my wife and I were dating, I used to spend an hour getting ready, planning elaborate dates, and making sure I smelled just right.

Now, 'date night' usually means we're sharing a frozen pizza on the couch, and I've successfully located both socks that match.

Before they met, I remember [Groom's Name] had very strong opinions about interior design, convinced his apartment was a masterpiece of masculine sophistication.

Now, he mostly just nods enthusiastically whenever [Bride's Name] holds up two different throw pillows and asks for his 'input'.

My wife and I used to have long, romantic conversations every night when we were dating.

Now, our deepest late-night discussions usually revolve around whose turn it is to start the dishwasher.

We thought we'd found the perfect wedding venue

until we realized the 'rustic charm' was just a nice way of saying 'no working toilets'