Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But instead I'll leave you with this poem, and the knowledge that we'll be together for eighteen days in just two more short weeks. None of my problems matter at the moment. They can wait. Right now, as a new day begins and hope unfurls anew, let's all just smile, shall we?