For Diane

They asked me which day of my life was the best This set me a quandary I must solemnly attest Could it be that day long ago when first I met you Or the cold February day when you said ‘I do’ Twenty five years wed a momentous occasion The birth of our children must enter the equation Sadness on the day that our last born went away Joy the first time that they all came to stay The birth of each grandchild made us feel so proud As though we could float on high in the clouds So many, many great days so imposable to choose My heart can’t decide as each one I peruse This day or that day which one was the best Many happy days with which I’ve been blest I can not just pick one so this is what I will do I’ll pick each new day that I wake up with you