Nine thousand, one hundred, and twenty-six

That's how many days my dear friends Sunni and Dan have been married. In celebration of their joy, here is Elizabeth Barrett-Browning's Sonnet 43 from her collection Sonnets from the Portuguese:


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.
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.


And in other numbers ... Matt and I have been married for 40 days today. Not quite enough to make a full sonnet, but maybe a couplet? Here's Shakespeare's closing couplet from Sonnet 23 (and in the words of Hogget to Babe, "That'll do, pig; that'll do"):


For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.