You Might Want to Marry Kevin Smith After You Read This

To be perfectly honest, I know next to nothing about Kevin Smith — I don't even really know if he's Jay or Silent Bob. I'm much more of a Clueless kind of gal than Mallrats. But, today I know that Kevin Smith is the kind of guy I would like to marry. Well, let's be clear, I want to marry the unbelievably charming Kevin Smith that wrote a Facebook post about his 15th wedding anniversary that both made me laugh and cry. (And to be clearer: I don't actually want to marry him at all because I prefer blonds AND he's clearly already happily married.)

Anyway, the actor/director's Facebook post is guaranteed to make your day and maybe restore your faith in humanity. Because if Kevin Smith can be this charming, there's hope for the world.

Read this while I check IMDb to see if he's Jay or Silent Bob.

15 YEARS AGO TODAY, Jennifer Schwalbach and I took the worst wedding photo ever at Skywalker Ranch in Marin County, California. We were in the midst of the DOGMA mix, staying on the property. I'd come home from the sound stage and an already way-pregnant Jenny said "It's so beautiful up here. If we ever get married, we should do it at Skywalker." Two days later, we were standing in front of a Dutch Catholic monk who loved THE MATRIX (and hated DOGMA when he finally watched it). Scott Mosier was my best man, and I remember having the last conversation I'd ever have with anybody as a single guy, during which we tried to figure out if I was sure I wanted to ruin Jen's life. And I said "I'm sure it'll be just like dating-plus, right?" Less than an hour later, I met Jenny at the fireplace in the big house that would serve as our makeshift altar. Jen was gorgeous, not to mention barefoot and pregnant as fuck. As we stood across from one another, listening to the monk talk about how marriage is so real, it requires a court of law to dissolve it, I take a good, long look at this woman I barely know... maybe for the first time, really. And I'm floored. Here's this stunning creature, filled with my kid-to-be, and she's marrying ME - the biggest fucking loser I ever met. And I'm overwhelmed by the thought that this is far beyond "dating-plus": this is the person you've always dreamed about since you first comprehended that your parents weren't just Mom & Dad, but also Husband & Wife. From the first moment as a toddler that I ever thought "I hope I get married like my parents did one day..." I never knew who that person would be. And even though we'd clearly been intimate at least once prior, true intimacy was born that day when I processed what was happening 15 years ago at Skywalker Ranch: I met my wife for the first time. And Christ, did I fall in love HARD (good thing, too - as it was our wedding day). After the ceremony, we drove down the hill and had our reception at an IHOP. 15 years later, I'm so moved by the fact that this woman loved me so much (and still does) that she married me in these clothes and sealed the deal with a plate of Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity and a side of Chocolate Chip pancakes. And with that, the adventure began pretty much like all my adventures begin: eating comfort food and wondering how the fuck I got so lucky. Happy Anniversary, Jenny! Thank you for lowering your standards forever 15 years ago today. In the words of the prophet Olivia Newton John... I love you. I honestly love you."

(In case you didn't know either, he's Silent Bob.)
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