How do I love Thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my Soul when Your feeling of sand and grass beneath my toes is out of reach.
I love thee to the level of every day's most leisurely book read by most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as we drive with windows rolled down.
I love thee purely, as the windmills outside of town.
I love thee with the passion put into every beach volleyball game or in my old griefs knowing that band camp is still the same.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with every coming educational reason. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, and all my heart; and, if God choose, I shall love thee better next season.
Oh, my aching heart, how doth you handle this onslaught of fall semester? With agony and sorrow fit to spoil my last days, set to perish in the depths of sadistic Statistics homework. Or do you flutter before the prospect of education like a moth to the flame? Only to be scorched by the inferno.
Or you could possibly just draw up this wimpy blog post instead of actually doing the homework.
...But class doesn't start until Tuuuuesday....
Meet Rebecca
- Rebecca
- Amateur blogger (yes, there are professionals) who started with a travel blog that quickly degenerated into blabbering. Along with a life goal of surfing with Eddie Vedder, attending BlogHer is now on my list.
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