Eighteen years… and you still my baby. Mmm… when I think about where God brought us from… I can’t do nothin’ but say “thank you Ooh, baby… oh, baby… my baby, my baby, yeah… Mmm‑hmm… Ooh, baby… my baby, my baby, my man, Through every storm, every mile, you still hold my hand. You give me strength when I’m ’bout to fall, You crack a smile, and I forget it all. From the day I met you, you felt like home, Arms around me, I was never alone. You were, you are where I drop my pain, You’re my gentle support in the pouring rain. Any weight, any wound, any mess I can’t stand, You sweep it up, you may clean up man. When the world gets cold and I can’t think straight, You slow me down, help me navigate. Still my baby, still my man, Eighteen years later, I still reach for your hand. Still my constant, still my truth, Still the one that God chose for my youth. Still my cover when the rain pours down, Still my laughter when I wanna frown. If I could live this life again, I’d choose your love, I’d choose you, my friend, my husband. You’re the place where all my fears let go, You’re the one my younger self hoped to know. If they ever doubt what real love can be, We just point to us and say, “Look and see.” You’re my forever, you’re God’s plan… If I could live this life again, I’d choose your love, I’d choose you, my friend, my husband.
