Easy Like Sunday Morning

My boys are out skating with Jay in Pacifica. It's just Jackson & Me, drinking coffee in a "for here" cup instead of a "to go" cup. That right there, is a minor victory in life. Take time to smell the coffee in a ceramic cup everyone. Jack Johnson is crooning at me and I am working my way through Real Simple at a leisurely pace. I happen to be reading about gemstones and my, I think I like peridot very much.

On the opposite page is an insurance ad of all things and it caught my eye quickly because it is halfway taken up by an Elizbeth Barrett Browning poem. Since I referred to it in my last post, I think I will just post the entire poem this morning since it's right here in front of me.

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 candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

-- EBB

Happy Sunday!