Love Letters

"Words can never tell you, however, — form them, transform them anyway, — how perfectly dear you are to me – perfectly dear to my heart and soul. I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence — you have been entirely perfect to me — I would not change one word, one look. I am all gratitude — and all pride (under the proper feeling which ascribes pride to the right source) all pride that my life has been so crowned by you." -a letter from Elizabeth Barrett to her husband Robert Browning. She's the author of the poem that begins: "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."

Happy Birthday, Baby xo