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Since today is a day that I count my blessings, I want to share with you.

This is my favorite sonnet by William Shakespeare. I fell in love with it, if you will, in high school. Sophmore year we had to pick a sonnet to memorize, and this was mine. It was prophetic since I am blessed to have a love as described in it's verses.

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 wand'ring 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.

I hope you enjoy it. The beautiful words make me smile still and they hold so much more richness of meaning now that I truly understand what it is to have a love that lasts and does not alter, nor bend.

Thank you, honey. Our anniversary is coming this Sunday... I guess that is why I am feeling so nostalgic. 17 years...

be well...