Eight Years, Baby

When I think of the number eight

I reflect on years that are more than just great

We knew when we said "I do"

That our fates were sealed with super glue

Although we often misplace that little yellow tube

Probably in our junk drawer with a random bouillon cube

You make the most delicious meals

Your culinary talents you continue to reveal

It's just one way that you take such good care of us

Despite the heavy workload, you never fuss

Should I pass my glucose tolerance test this afternoon

Let's eat something sweet then, tonight, let's relax and spoon

There are days when it might not seem clear

But you are my first priority all through the years

Even when the dog and kids take hold of the hour

It's you who I want to devour 

To think, we might not have had a date

Were it not for our fantastic roommates

Life is peppered with decisions both good and bad

My decision to link up with you makes me the most glad

And you know, baby, I got your back

Laughs, love, and trust we will never lack

Now, to help ensure many more years to partake 

A dermatologist appointment you must make

I love you, baby, no matter where

No matter when, no matter how