Those of you who have read this dribble for any amount to time know how much I love my husband. You read it in my words; you see it in our pictures; and you just feel it in your bones.
Just in case that's not enough, I'll shoot a little EBB his way as he is traveling back from Calfornia. This is my favorite love poem.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you, David Dillon.
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 a 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.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love you, David Dillon.