Another year has almost come to close
A new beginning
Of another chapter in our favorite book.
So hard to imagine 12 more months gone by
But if a ruler were to measure
From 4cm to 12 inches
This close went to thisclose.
And now your hand almost part of my own geography.
Watched you grow, watched us grow
A better man and a better woman.
How does this happen?
Silly question; we walk together.
So excited about the future,
Because I think it rare to feel and know this love
Every single day of 12 months.