Well, to each other. We'd both managed to get married before that, but not to the right people.
At 19 years, it's still so far, so good. :)
(Side note: And apparently, I am celebrating the 19th anniversary of the sulfite attack that I got at the Worldcon in Winnipeg, although we had no idea at the time what the problem was. Gretchen opined that I was just allergic to marriage.
No, dear. Just to sulfites...)