In the tapestry of time, four years have spun, A love story with chapters yet to be undone. Jason, at 49, the heart's enduring light, A beacon through both day and night. Every moment shared, a page divine, Etched in memories, in life's design. In gratitude, my soul softly sings, For all the joy and warmth he brings. Not just in whispered words or tender views, But in the quiet moments nobody sees. Thankful for all he's done and will do, My love, my life, my ever-true.