Sonnet 81 – Anniversary

The eighteenth passed, unremarked by all but you
and me.  That is really as it should be,
though – this wasn’t the month that others knew
as ours.  We measure things differently.

Why should we limit ourselves to one day
per year when we can have so much more?  So
every eighteenth is a holiday,
a chance to celebrate, to once more show

our thanks for the fortunate finding that
led us to a deeper love and truer
friendship.  Each bright day I want to know what
beauty looks like at first light, discover

new joy as I wake with you.  I cannot
find a day fair if you’re not part of it.