Marriage is like a recipe for your favorite dish

It starts out sweet, takes a little heat, and after a while, you're not sure what you've got, but you're stuck with it and it's still kind of delicious.

My wife and I have been married long enough that I've learned a valuable lesson about shared living.

Having a 'his and hers' sink is only useful until she decides your side is the perfect spot for her hair products.

I asked the groom how he knew the bride was the one for him

He said, 'She's the only person who doesn't mind that I'm still a work in progress, and by that, I mean she's agreed to be my editor for the next 50 years.'

Before we got married, I thought I had a pretty good handle on what 'personal space' meant.

Turns out, in marriage, 'personal space' is just the tiny sliver of counter next to her toothbrush.