Personalized song for Emma — for their birthday

The lyrics

[Verse 1]
Emma, you turn 34 this Saturday,
Coffee cold again, left on the windowsill all day.
You sing the wrong lyrics to every song on the radio,
Total confidence, never missing a note as you go.
I watch you laugh when I park crooked in the drive,
Nine years married, somehow we both survived.
Your grin says, “Try again,” but you never complain,
I’d still choose you, even with my parallel pain.

[Chorus]
Nine years in, I’d still choose you every time,
Cold coffee, wrong lyrics, and your hand in mine.
You laugh at my parking, you never mind,
Nine years in, I’d still choose you every time.

[Verse 2]
In 2019, you brought home Biscuit, three legs and all,
That cat runs this place, walking proud down the hall.
Every Sunday, we’re camped out with gardening shows,
You say, “We could do that,” but the weeds still grow.
You never miss a chance to tease me for my aim,
And claim Biscuit’s smarter, but I can’t complain.
You light up the room with your laugh in between,
Coffee gone cold, ordinary turned serene.

[Chorus]
Nine years in, I’d still choose you every time,
Cold coffee, wrong lyrics, and your hand in mine.
You laugh at my parking, you never mind,
Nine years in, I’d still choose you every time.

[Bridge]
Emma, here’s to your birthday, to cold mugs and Sunday shows,
To Biscuit’s three-legged sprint and the way our love grows.
You belt out the wrong chorus, but you own every line,
I’d miss your mistakes if you ever got it right.
Here’s to laughing at my parking, letting you win,
To nine years of you, and whatever comes in.
If the radio’s playing, I hope you sing along,
Emma, with you, every year is its own song.

[Final Chorus]
Nine years in, I’d still choose you every time,
Cold coffee, wrong lyrics, and your hand in mine.
You laugh at my parking, you never mind,
Nine years in, I’d still choose you every time.

[Spoken Outro]
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