I promise to get up and feed the cat so you can stay in bed.
I promise to always have Sriracha in our fridge.
I promise to always drive the right way, with three pedals, the way you taught me.
I promise to use coasters.
I promise to take care of you, to make you soup when you are sick, and to bug you to eat your vegetables and come running with me so we can prolong the years we spend together.
I promise to keep my temper and to be honest about my feelings. To communicate freely and to trust when you say that things will always work out. To worry a little less.
I promise to accept the flaws that we have and to celebrate our strengths.
I promise to let you buy whatever video games you want, and play them with you whenever we can (even Skyrim, even though I was terrible at it). I promise to embrace your geekiness just as you embrace mine, and to only be
very a little bit jealous of your Portal solving skills.
I promise to protect Azeroth with you.
I promise to sneak kisses at inappropriate times, because it’s really cute when you blush.
I promise to never order a cheesesteak with Swiss or provolone, but to agree to disagree about whether mushrooms are an acceptable topping. I promise to eat the tomatoes from your salads if you promise that I never have to eat a hard boiled egg.
I promise to be faithful to our marriage.
I promise to accept the struggle. I promise to work at this, just like we have worked at this all along. I promise to stop running away from what scares me. I promise not to use “I’m sorry you feel that way” instead of a real apology.
I promise to have adorable little Filipino babies with you, if we feel like it, or we can adopt needy children, or neither. I promise that if we feel like it, we can live our lives with just two cats and a nice car — whatever makes us the happiest.
I promise to love your family as my own, embracing cultural divides and understanding that at some point we may have no choice but to hang a large fork and spoon on our kitchen wall.
I promise to welcome you as a permanent part of my family — the whole big fat Italian thing, even the Republicans.
I promise to be joyful and silly enough for the both of us, to play along with (most of) your jokes and take myself (a little) less seriously. I promise to laugh, often and truly.
I promise that whatever happens, I will try my hardest.
And I promise to love you and adore you, as I already do so much, every day of our lives.
(Here’s a picture we made a group of older couples take right after the proposal. I was still crying and for some reason I grabbed Mike’s tie. Maybe to keep me from falling down.)