Playful wedding vows for a wife at a rooftop ceremony

Remember the night we got locked out up here, before any of this, before the string lights and the borrowed chairs? Three hours on a stranger's rooftop, no snacks, and somehow it's one of my favorite nights ever. That's the whole deal with you — you make stuck feel like an adventure.

So I promise to keep getting us into weird situations on purpose, just so we have more rooftops to laugh about later. I promise to always let you pick the takeout when I've clearly lost the argument.

I promise to never, not once, let you win at Mario Kart out of pity, because you'd hate that more than losing.

I promise to dance with you in kitchens, on rooftops, in line at the DMV if the mood strikes. I promise my favorite view is still just you, mid-laugh, ruining a perfectly good selfie.

Up here, with actual string lights this time and a locksmith's number safely saved in both our phones, I promise to keep choosing this view, and you, on purpose, every single day.

That night we got locked out, I was ready to panic, and you just sat down on the concrete like it was a picnic and said 'well, great view at least.' I think that's the exact moment I knew I was marrying a lunatic I'd follow anywhere.

So I promise to bring the snacks next time, every time, because someone in this relationship has to plan ahead. I promise to let you believe you've won arguments you have very much lost.

I promise to always be the one who calls the locksmith, the plumber, the guy about the weird noise, because your solution is usually 'let's just wait and see,' and mine is 'let's not.'

I promise to keep dancing with you even though I have, objectively, zero rhythm, because you've never once made me feel embarrassed about it. I promise to keep ruining your selfies on purpose, forever.

Up here again, on purpose this time, I promise to keep building a life with you that's a little chaotic, mostly hilarious, and completely, stubbornly ours.