Playful wedding vows for a husband at a rooftop ceremony

Up here with the city humming below us, I want to remember that you once tried to assemble this skyline view from a different rooftop, on the wrong building, and texted me 'I think I'm lost but the sunset is incredible.' That's basically our whole relationship.

I promise to keep being the one who double-checks the address while you fall in love with the view anyway. You find the good part first; I'll make sure we actually get there.

I promise to laugh at your terrible puns at every dinner party, even the fourth time you tell the one about the rooftop pigeon. Especially the fourth time.

I promise to hold your hand on ledges, literal and metaphorical, and to never let you forget your coat even though you insist you 'run warm.'

Up here, closer to the sky than we've ever stood together, I promise this: wherever we end up, wrong building or right one, I want to be lost there with you.

That rooftop mix-up, for the record, was a bold strategic choice — I got us a better sunset. I maintain this to this day.

I promise to keep wandering slightly off-course, because somehow it always leads us somewhere worth being, and you're always there to drag me back on track with a map and a look.

I promise to bring snacks to every emergency, every ledge, every late-night 'we need to talk,' because I've learned nothing solves faster than crackers and you, next to me.

I promise to never stop making the pigeon joke, because your eye-roll is one of my favorite sounds, right up there with your laugh when you finally give in and admit it's funny.

Up here, with the whole city spread out like it's showing off for us, I promise: I'll keep getting us lost, as long as it's always, always with you.