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.

Before [Bride's Name] came along, [Groom's Name]'s five-year plan mostly involved saving up for a new gaming console or perhaps a slightly less dented car.

Now, his vision for the future includes things like joint bank accounts, matching towels, and figuring out the optimal feng shui for their spice rack.

Before they met their partner, [Groom/Bride] was known for being incredibly decisive and independent.

Now, I hear them spend an hour discussing whether the 'greige' or 'taupe' throw pillow better complements the sofa.

I've been thinking, marriage is a lot like a great restaurant

Because no matter how good it is, after a while, you start to notice the little things that annoy you, but you still can't imagine eating anywhere else.