Funny wedding vows for a husband at a rooftop ceremony

I promise to love you the way I loved this rooftop view the second the wind nearly took my vow cards into the ventilation system — fiercely, and while chasing something.

Remember the night the power went out in our old apartment and we ate cereal by phone-flashlight and you narrated it like a nature documentary? I promise to keep finding you funny, even at 2 a.m., even when you're explaining raisin bran like it's a rare species.

I promise to always let you pick the restaurant, even though you take forty-five minutes to decide, because watching you scroll through menus is one of my favorite sports.

I promise to never tell you you snore, which is a lie I will maintain with my whole chest, because marriage is sacrifice.

Up here, closer to the sky than either of us budgeted for emotionally, I promise to keep choosing you — on good hair days, bad Wi-Fi days, and every blackout in between.

I promise to love you the way you loved standing too close to the rooftop edge for 'the shot' while I aged ten years behind you — with mild panic and total devotion.

That night the power went out, I promise I was not narrating a documentary, I was coping. But I'll admit the cereal was romantic, and I promise to keep coping with you, loudly, forever.

I promise to actually pick the restaurant myself from now on, because we both know I was just testing how long you'd wait without complaining. Spoiler: longer than expected. I noticed.

I promise to pretend I don't notice you steal the blanket every single night, because apparently that's just what we do now, emotionally and literally.

Up here, with the wind doing its best to end this ceremony early, I promise to keep building a life with you — one blackout, one bad menu decision, one stolen blanket at a time.