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.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Ove the weekend, Neel started taking down Callum's old play structure. He has great plans for the space and the wood, but I don't need to tell you what a bittersweet moment this was for all of us. Let's face it, more for me and Callum than for Neel.

Of course I had to take pictures. It wasn't as hard as I expected. Saying good-bye. Callum played here, but we tend to have a front-yard neighborhood, so he wasn't on it as much as some kids are on their play structures. Still. I do not do well with this sort of thing.

What we still joke about is how, when we first built the darn thing, the instructions said it would take three hours. What three hours of the week+ it actually took were they refering to?