Five years longer than Jesus.
Miracle in many ways.
Weddings and funerals and costume parades.
Boxes and moving and goings away.
Mourning and worries and bills to be paid.
Children and laughter and birthday mobiles.
Elvis, Melissa, and musical bliss.
Five years longer than Jesus.
Years built day by day.
Virginia and Texas and where we are.
Clunkers and cherries and now just one car.
Leather and lace but mostly blue jeans.
Taxes and tattoos and who we are.
Cancer, toothaches, and morning breath.
Five years longer than Jesus.
Likely we’ll stay.
Faces and places but just a few fights.
Cheesecake and coffee and cuddles at night.
Breakfasts and lunches and even nights out.
Dancing and reading and wow we did that?
Loving, sharing, and changing the rules.
Five years longer than Jesus.
Lucky I’d say.
Real, real lucky I’d say.
Happy Anniversary to the girl I sat behind in tenth grade English.
Hallmark doesn’t have a card for us.
Happy 38th, Sha
I love you, Gil
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