Playful wedding vows for a husband at a garden ceremony

I promise to keep loving you even though you tried to convince the florist that 'more gnomes' was a valid design direction for this garden. You were wrong. The gnomes stayed anyway, and honestly, so did my heart.

Remember the night the sprinklers turned on mid-rehearsal and you belly-flopped into the hydrangeas trying to 'save' the cake table? I promise to always remember how ridiculous and brave you looked, soaked and triumphant, cake intact.

I vow to laugh at your terrible puns for the rest of our lives, even the ones about 'turning over a new leaf' that you've now used at every family dinner since we got engaged.

I promise to be your favorite weed-puller, your second-favorite grill partner, and your number one fan when you inevitably try to grow tomatoes again next spring.

Today, under these very flowers you insisted on choosing yourself, I promise to keep choosing you — messy, funny, soaking-wet-from-sprinklers you — every single day.

I promise to never let you forget that the gnomes were a stroke of genius, and that someday you'll admit it, probably around our tenth anniversary, gnome in hand.

That night the sprinklers went off, you laughed so hard you nearly knocked over the cake yourself — so I promise to always be the one who catches disasters before they happen, even if I get a little soggy doing it.

I vow to keep making puns, especially the leaf ones, because your eye-roll is somehow still my favorite reaction after all these years.

I promise to let you pull all the weeds you want, cheer you on at the grill, and gently remind you that tomatoes need more than enthusiasm to grow.

Here, surrounded by the flowers you pretended not to care about picking out, I promise to keep building this ridiculous, beautiful life with you — one bad pun and one flooded hydrangea bed at a time.