Playful wedding vows for a wife at a backyard ceremony

I vow to remember that the night the grill caught fire in your parents' backyard, you were the one who calmly grabbed the hose while I just yelled 'FIRE' like that was helpful information.

I promise to keep dancing with you in random backyards, kitchens, and parking lots, even though my moves have not improved and probably never will.

I vow to always let you have the last skewer off the grill, even on the days I really, really wanted it.

I promise to build you more questionable furniture from instructions that are definitely wrong, and to blame the instructions every single time.

I vow to keep choosing this backyard-level chaos with you — the bad Wi-Fi, the one lawn chair that bites people, all of it — because it's somehow the best place I've ever stood.

I vow to never let you forget that you yelled 'FIRE' while holding the exact hose you needed, which I will bring up at every future barbecue, possibly in front of your mother.

I promise to keep dragging you into backyard dance-offs, and to lovingly lie and say your moves have improved, even when they absolutely have not.

I vow to pretend I don't notice you eyeing the last skewer, and to hand it over anyway, because apparently that's just what love looks like now.

I promise to hold the instructions upside down with great confidence while you build things, and to never admit that might be part of the problem.

I vow to keep choosing this exact backyard chaos with you too — string lights, broken chair and all — because somehow you make all of it feel like home.