Eight is Great

 All kings, and all their favourites,

All glory of honours, beauties, wits, 

The Sun itself, which makes times, as they pass,

Is elder by a year, now, than it was 

When thou and I first one another saw:

All other things to their destruction draw,

Only our love hath no decay;

This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,

Running it never runs from us away,

But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

                 -John Donne

Happy 8 Years, Benji...I love you.