Playful wedding vows for a spouse at a garden ceremony

I promise to love you the way I loved you the day we tried to set up that tent in your parents' backyard and it collapsed on us twice — with patience, with laughter, and with zero actual tent skills.

I promise to always steal bites off your plate and call it 'quality control,' and to let you steal bites off mine, because apparently that's just what we do now.

I promise to water the plants we will inevitably forget to water, to dance with you in the kitchen for no reason, and to never, ever let you win at Scrabble just because you're pouting.

I promise to be your shade on the hot days and your blanket on the cold ones, and to keep finding new ways to make you laugh until it's unattractive, in the best way.

Today, under these flowers that are definitely overpriced, I choose you — my favorite weirdo, my best friend, my person — for every ordinary Tuesday and every ridiculous adventure still to come.

I promise to remind you, gently, that the tent in my parents' backyard collapsed because YOU insisted we didn't need the instructions — and I promise to still think you're a genius anyway.

I promise to keep 'quality control-ing' your plate right back, to share my fries without sighing (much), and to never let a restaurant table go unraided between us.

I promise to actually read the plant-watering schedule, occasionally, and to keep dancing with you in that kitchen even when the music's bad and the dancing is worse.

I promise to be your shelter in the storms, your partner in crime in the sunshine, and to laugh at your terrible jokes like they're the funniest thing I've ever heard — because somehow, they still are.

Here, among these very suspicious garden bees, I choose you — my favorite disaster, my steadiest joy, my home — for every quiet morning and every beautifully chaotic chapter we haven't written yet.