(Note: I originally posted this on our anniversary in 2008, and again in 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, and 2014. This is the eighth year of this tradition.)<\/em> My best friend Mark was in town and was the first person to sleep on our new couch.<\/p>\n I had been living by myself for two weeks in our new apartment. Jennifer was still living with her parents.<\/p>\n After Mark got up and got dressed, we headed out and stopped at Chik-Fil-A for breakfast. We were wearing tuxedos. In a Chik-Fil-A.<\/p>\n We arrived at Church and I saw Jennifer. As always, she was quite stunning.<\/p>\n I remember looking out the window of the Church and seeing friends arrive from several different states. For the first time in my life I saw friends from South Carolina walking next to friends from Ohio who were walking next to friends from Georgia.<\/p>\n All my brothers and sisters were there, too.<\/p>\n It was the last day I ever saw my grandmother alive.<\/p>\n It was the last day I ever saw many friends.<\/p>\n But for that one day, I was exceptionally happy.<\/p>\n And then Jennifer walked down the aisle at the Church and I married my best friend.<\/p>\n It was a good day, 13<\/span> 14<\/span> 15<\/span> 16<\/span> 17<\/span> 18<\/span> 19<\/span> 20 years ago. It was a very good day. 2015 Update:<\/b> We talked about 20 years of marriage and shared our best advice on episode 103 of our podcast<\/a>. Check it out here<\/a>.<\/p>\n And here we are, in the summer of 2014, standing in the same spot where we were married all those years ago. Personally, I think my wife improves with age in every way possible:<\/p>\n
\n13<\/span>14<\/span>15<\/span>16<\/span>17<\/span>18<\/span>19<\/span>20 years ago this morning, I got up and took a shower. I was very relaxed, all things considered.<\/p>\n
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