Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words describe precisely what I feel right now. I will let this sonnet speak for how my life has been "singing" for the past few days.
SONNET XLIII - Sonnets from the Portuguese
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 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.
p.s. Thanks to Joel (a.k.a. Mcvie) I have decided that I will be giving out a work in celebration of my 100th posting in this blog. I'll be giving out the details on my next post.