How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to breadth and height of your now lovely white ceiling beams.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sorts,
For the Rain Shower and ideal Tile.
I love thee to the level of the not-so-level ceiling's
Perfectly cut tile against it, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as Katies strive for sleep;
I love thee purely, as mirrors reflect forever.
I love thee with a passion to put to use
All my vanity drawers and lighting options.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With the old Motel 6 bathroom styling.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears
of all the times I see your Glass Slipper paint.
And, if Travis choose, I shall but love thee better
after he actually gets to use it.
*Thanks and apologies to the lovely Elizabeth Barrett Browning for the poetic template and a HUGE thanks to Travis and Ghent Construction for the inspiration.
*This is Part I of a 2-part series.
