Missing You

Hi baby,

Just a little note in case you decide to check out the blog tonight (I guess it's already morning for you).  It's hard to believe you've been gone for over 9 months - seems impossible really.  I think it's par for the course for us considering we've spent more time apart than we have together.  And tonight as I'm baking cookies to send to you, I find my thoughts, although always but especially now, are with you.  I miss you terribly and just want you to know how much I love you ~ there are so many reasons why.  In the words of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, let me count the ways... 

I love... (in no particular order)

1. the way you LOVE me

2. your laugh (it's infectious)

3. your kisses ~ how sweet

4. how much you love our children

5. your kindness

6. your strength

7. the way you can put everyone at ease

8. your sense of righteousness

9. your ability to forgive

10. your inability to hold a grudge

11. your compromises (especially when we disagree)

12. how everything you do is with your whole HEART

13. your genuine concern for others

14. your hugs

15. the way our children surprise you with new feats

16. how much you enjoy a good hamburger (Yay, Meat!)

17.  how hard you try to make me HAPPY

18. the look of amazement as you watch our children sleep

19. how you support everything I do

20. your patience (mostly for me)

21. your sweet tooth

22. your sweet heart

23. our stolen glances in a crowded room

24. the sweet nothings whispered in my ear

25. how you know EXACTLY what I'm thinking

The list could go on and on, but eventually you'll have to get back to work.  I guess I'll leave you with one thought ~ I will love you every day for the rest of my life, with all that I am, and I am yours forever.

With all my heart,

Amanda

In honor of Valentine's Day, here's the poem by 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 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.