(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.)
1314151617181920 years ago this morning, I got up and took a shower. I was very relaxed, all things considered.

My best friend Mark was in town and was the first person to sleep on our new couch.

I had been living by myself for two weeks in our new apartment. Jennifer was still living with her parents.

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.

We arrived at Church and I saw Jennifer. As always, she was quite stunning.

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.

All my brothers and sisters were there, too.

It was the last day I ever saw my grandmother alive.

It was the last day I ever saw many friends.

But for that one day, I was exceptionally happy.

And then Jennifer walked down the aisle at the Church and I married my best friend.

It was a good day, 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 years ago. It was a very good day.

2015 Update: We talked about 20 years of marriage and shared our best advice on episode 103 of our podcast. Check it out here.

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: