Happy birthday to my true love, Michael! I adore you, Hausie! Nothing is sweeter than sharing life with you. You are the whole world to me. I'm so glad that the Lord chose me to be your helpmate. You are one in a billion, my darling, and I love you with all that I am.
"O magnify the Lord with me
And let us exalt His Name together."
Psalm 34:3
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
(Shakespeare's Sonnet 116)
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 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.
(E.B. Browning's Sonnet XLIII)
(He'll kill me when he sees this, but wasn't he just so darling at 14?)
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4 comments:
Happy Birthday!!!
:) Lori
Any hubbie who sends his wife away for a glorious weekend alone is a good hubbie to me. So happy b-day! And your story about tripping in front of the divas is hilarious! I have many a similar tale. Can't wait to meet you guys!
Happy Birthday!! I'm pretty sure that you and Moody will be instant friends, you have to- I love your wife way to much for you boys not to hit-it-off!!
The band uniform is simply awesome!
Happy Birthday to the stud with the fuzzy hat!!!!!
That outfit is one of a kind.
Love,
Phil and Amanda
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