Eight years

Richard and I celebrated our eight anniversary yesterday.  It was an understated occasion, best illustrated by a conversation we had Sunday night on the way to the third (and final) Christmas Festival concert performance:

Sarah:  Hey, our anniversary is Monday.  That's tomorrow.
Richard: Aaaaaahhhhh...yes.  Yes it is.
Sarah: I didn't get you anything.
Richard:  Me either.
Sarah:  Happy Eight!
Richard: Love you.

I'd like to celebrate this occasion with a song.

Ahem.

(to the tune of The twelve days of Christmas)
(give it a try.  it really works)

After eight years of marriage, my true love gave to me:
Eight different jobs
Seven guitars
Six bookshelves
Five com-pu-ters
Four degrees
Three children
Two houses
And a Honda minivan.

Love you too, Richard.