You and I, we married eight years ago.
I have a record of it here, on my web log.
Here, here is a poem written about the night we met.
It’s like my memento box is public.
Held sideways, here, without a lid.
Now everyone can see.
We were such babies then.
We didn’t know what changes this marriage would hold.
I didn’t know how interesting I would continue to find you.
You didn’t know what you were in for.
I’m so lucky to be yours.
I’m so lucky to watch the kind of spectacular father you’ve turned out to be.
Plus, you’re just smoking hot.
The stakes are different,
The commitment remains.
Here’s to eighty more.