I Choose You

I still choose to buy those brown boots that found me my husband.

I still choose to put on that white dress.

I still chose to wear the earrings you surprised me with.

I still choose you to walk down the aisle towards.

I still choose your legacy of a family to marry into.

I still choose our flower grannies.

I still choose to welcome you into the passionate Crary-LaVigne Family.

I still choose your uncle to marry us.

I still choose my brothers and sisters of Z Squad to sing us down the aisle.

I still choose to pray with you.

I still choose to live by the words of our vows.

I still choose to hold your hand in public.

I still choose to drink Huckleberry martinis with you.

I still choose to pour you a beer.

I still choose to cheers the good and the bad.

I still choose to listen to your secrets.

I still choose you as my stud muffin, my Sherpa-Bear.

I still choose to weave tap next to you.

I still choose to listen to your wise and often silly words.

I still choose to be goofy with you on the dance floor.

I still choose to take you on my ridiculous adventures.

I still choose to kiss you in public.

I still choose your dads goofy dance moves.

I still choose to marry a man who was raised by a humble and faithful daddy.

I still choose to watch you spin kids around the dance floor.

I still choose to sit with you at the kid table.

I still choose you to hear my wise and sometimes foolish advice.

I still choose to walk the quiet woods with you.

I still choose you to listen to my dads wise and often eccentric ideas.

I still choose to aspire to be like your cozy mama.

I still choose to bask in the joy and freedom of my family with you.

I still choose to scream the lyrics of Friends from Low Places every time it plays.

I still choose to sign that marriage certificate.

I still choose to feel you swing me around the dance floor.

I still choose to follow you wherever life may lead.

I still choose to gaze into your hazel eyes.

I still choose you to make me smile.

I still choose to feel your kisses on my head.

I still choose to follow your wise counsel.

I still choose to stand with you in valleys low and mountains high.

I still choose you.