Saturday, August 11, 2012

Babu, Babu, oh I do love you

 
 



How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

 
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning



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 every day'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 the 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.
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Learning to play....

 
 
 
 
 
 

Once Sebastian turned the corner of five months the changes have been remarkable.  He can reach out and pick things up, delicately finger objects, and his eyes are opening to the world around him.
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