Ten years of Saturdays begin with pancakes You hum while batter circles in the pan We made our first house ours together One little fix became a bigger plan
I'd choose these mornings all over again The crooked notes, the work, the laughter Ten years with you, my husband, still I'd choose the next ten Saturdays too
We learned that house one room at a time Some days the repairs outgrew our plans Then you'd sing off-key beside me in the car And I'd laugh before the song was done
I'd choose these mornings all over again The crooked notes, the work, the laughter Ten years with you, my husband, still I'd choose the next ten Saturdays too
Ten years in, I still reach for your hand Whatever needs fixing, we'll face it together
I'd choose these mornings all over again The crooked notes, the work, the laughter Ten years with you, my husband, still I'd choose the next ten Saturdays too
Saturday comes; I'll make the pancakes with you
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