How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee when my son attempts to behead his brother with a garage door.
I love thee when my heart recovers its normal rhythm.
I love thee when my husband has left for yet another business trip.
I love thee when I hear wretched news.
I love thee when my confusion overwhelms my brain.
I love thee when my stomach grumbles.
I love the caress of your ganache on my tongue.
I love the hug of your creamy goodness across my lips.
I love the fullness of your chunks.
I love each and every one of your eighteen fat grams.
I love that your taste lasted through bedtime.
I love that I could remember you while reading The Dawn Treader yet again.
I love that one coffee-spoon-full will stave my craving.
I love that you wait frozen for me.
I love that you care not whether I final.
I love that you caught my eye at the store, even before I knew I would weep.
Above all, my Dove Unconditional Chocolate Ice Cream, above all,
I'll love you forever if you will just ignore the siren call of my hips.