It seems like yesterday we were standing in the resort on our honeymoon. Fresh faced twenty-somethings excited to build our lives together.
And then again, my heart doesn't count the years, the months or even the days. It's been full of love since I met him and my love grows deeper every year.
Sonnet 43 - How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
May we always feel the excitement and love we felt on our wedding day!
