Playful wedding vows for a partner at a garden ceremony

I promise to keep bringing you the wrong flowers on purpose, because the look on your face when you pretend to hate daisies is one of my favorite things in the world.

Remember the night we tried to assemble that bookshelf at 1 a.m. and ended up using it as a fort instead? I promise to always choose the fort over the furniture.

I promise to steal the covers, lose my keys weekly, and still somehow be the one who remembers your coffee order every single morning.

Under this sky, with actual bees judging us, I promise to keep choosing the chaos of loving you over any version of calm without you in it.

I promise that no matter how many houseplants we kill together, I will never stop planting new ideas, new trips, new Tuesday night dance parties with you.

I promise to accept the wrong flowers every time, and to never actually tell you I love daisies, because your triumphant grin is worth the lie.

That night with the bookshelf-turned-fort, I knew right there you were the only person I wanted to build messy, wonderful things with. I promise to keep building badly, happily, with you.

I promise to steal back the covers, help you find your keys without eye-rolling (mostly), and keep making you coffee even on the days you forget to ask.

Here, under this ridiculous, perfect sky, I promise to meet your chaos with my own, and to call it, simply, our life.

I promise to keep every plant we somehow don't kill, and to show up for every dance party, every trip, every ordinary Tuesday, like it's the best plan I've ever had.