When my wife and I were dating, I used to spend an hour getting ready for our dates.

Now, if my shirt passes the 'sniff test,' I'm practically black-tie ready.

My wife and I have finally figured out the secret to a happy marriage.

We each have our own designated side of the couch and our own separate TV remotes.

I was talking to the groom the other day, and I asked him how he knew the bride was the one for him.

He said it wasn't the candlelit dinners or the romantic getaways, it was when she didn't leave him after seeing his browser history.

As we gather here today to celebrate the union of these two amazing people, I couldn't help but think about the secrets to a successful marriage.

And I realized, marriage is like a recipe for your favorite dish – it requires a pinch of patience, a dash of understanding, and the ability to not burn the house down, at least not together.