Playful wedding vows for a husband at a vineyard wedding

Remember when we got 'pleasantly lost' in these exact rows during the engagement trip, and you insisted the compass on your phone was broken instead of admitting we just can't read a map? I fell for you a little harder that day, mud on our shoes and all.

So here's my promise: I will always pretend your terrible sense of direction is charming, even when we're forty-five minutes late because of it.

I promise to split the good bottle with you and not just pour myself the last glass when you're in the bathroom, even though we both know I've done that before.

I promise to dance with you in the kitchen, badly, on purpose, because your real laugh only comes out when I'm being ridiculous.

I promise to grow old with you like these vines — a little gnarled, a little wild, and somehow producing something better every year.

You're stuck with me, and honestly, you looked thrilled about it that day in the vineyard, so no take-backs now.

That day we got lost in the vines, you were so busy blaming your phone that you didn't notice I knew exactly where we were the whole time — I just didn't want the walk to end yet. That's sort of been my plan ever since.

So I promise to let you think you're the funny one at dinner parties, even when I'm the one who actually lands the joke.

I promise to always have a snack hidden somewhere for you, because a hungry version of you is a menace and a fed version of you is my favorite person alive.

I promise to steal sips of your wine and call it 'quality control,' and to never apologize for it, because that's just what husbands do.

I promise that whatever rocky, sun-scorched, occasionally flooded season life hands us, I'll stay planted right next to you, same row, same soil, same ridiculous love.

Lucky for you, I like being lost with you more than I ever liked being found without you.