Playful wedding vows for a partner at a rooftop ceremony

Remember our engagement party up here, when the string lights blew a fuse mid-toast and we stood in the dark laughing like idiots? That's basically our whole relationship — chaos with good lighting when it works.

So I'm not promising a perfectly lit life. I'm promising I'll be the one fumbling for the breaker box with you, flashlight in my teeth, still mid-sentence about how much I love you.

I promise to steal the covers and then act personally offended when you steal them back. I promise to pretend I know the difference between merlot and shiraz when we're trying to impress people.

I promise to always pick the rooftop over the fancy restaurant, the takeout over the tasting menu, the two of us over the version of this night that goes according to plan.

Up here, with the whole skyline watching, I promise to keep choosing the view that's just you.

That night the lights died, you immediately said 'this is romantic, actually,' which is either the most optimistic or most deluded thing I've ever heard — and I married that energy, basically, right then.

So here's my promise: I will always find the silver lining with you, even when it's just a literal lack of lighting. Especially then.

I promise to let you be dramatically wrong about wine pairings in public, and to only mock you for it once we're alone, lovingly, for years.

I promise to fight you for the blanket, lose on purpose sometimes, and always, always bring snacks to the rooftop even when you forget.

Tonight, under actual working lights for once, I promise this view only gets better because you're standing in it, fuse box emergencies and all.