tears fears and joys
you brought when you
made 3 into 4
and promised 18 more
years of
adjustment/joy/patience
waiting/enjoying/thanking
your every imperfection
mine
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the sieve and the sand 
As much as the grandeur of this poem goes unsaid, I’m commenting to solidify it’s understood magnificence.
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