Playful wedding vows for a partner at a beach ceremony

I promise to always be the one who remembers sunscreen—even though you'll still insist you don't need it until you're already pink. I'll say 'I told you so' exactly once, then spend the evening rubbing aloe on your shoulders.

I vow to keep stealing your fries even after I said I wasn't hungry, and to let you steal the last bite of my dessert in return. We both know how this works by now.

I promise to dance with you in the kitchen, to laugh at your terrible puns, and to build sandcastles with you even when we're too old to care what anyone thinks. Actually, especially then.

Just like that afternoon we got caught in the rain on this very beach and decided to dance in it instead of running for cover, I promise to choose joy with you. To turn inconveniences into adventures, to find the fun in the ordinary, and to never take us too seriously.

I vow to be your partner in all things—the big dreams and the small moments, the planned adventures and the beautiful accidents. Today, tomorrow, and all the sandy, salty, perfect days ahead.

I promise to let you be right about the sunscreen thing, at least out loud. And I vow to never learn my lesson, because those 'I told you so' moments always end with your hands on my shoulders and us laughing about it.

I vow to order fries specifically so you can steal them, and to always leave you the last bite of my dessert. Some traditions are sacred, even if they're delicious and slightly ridiculous.

I promise to spin you around the kitchen without warning, to groan at your puns while secretly loving them, and to be the one who suggests building sandcastles when we're seventy. Someone has to.

Just like that afternoon we got drenched on this beach and I watched you throw your arms up and start dancing like nobody was watching, I promise to follow your lead into joy. To say yes to the rain, to the detours, to the spontaneous and silly, and to meet you there every single time.

I vow to choose you in all the ways that matter—through the grand gestures and the quiet mornings, through every season and every shore. Today, tomorrow, and every wave-crashed, sun-soaked, beautiful day after that.