My wife and I have been married long enough that we've really learned to share.

Especially the bathroom counter space, which she's learned to share by allowing me one tiny corner for my toothbrush.

We thought we'd found the perfect wedding venue

until we realized the 'romantic garden' was actually just the groundskeeper's enthusiastic weed collection

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.

I asked the bride this morning if she had any last-minute jitters about standing up in front of all these people.

She looked at me and said, 'Not at all! I'm just worried about standing up to *him* for the rest of my life!'