My wife and I have been married long enough that we've truly mastered shared living spaces.

She gets the bedroom closet, and I get the laundry basket in the hall.

I've been thinking, marriage is like a great recipe

it takes a little bit of love, a lot of patience, and somehow, no matter what you put in, the in-laws are always a surprise ingredient

Before we got married, my husband used to send me flowers and chocolates every week.

Now, if he brings home the *right* kind of toilet paper without being asked, I know it's true love.

I remember when [Groom's Name] was really trying to impress [Bride's Name] back in their dating days. He'd talk about whisking her away for romantic weekends and cooking elaborate gourmet meals.

Now, I'm pretty sure his most impressive daily gesture is successfully navigating the Sunday morning grocery run without a list, and still remembering to pick up her favorite ice cream.