Let me count the ways I love thee.
I love the way you clean my floors.
I love that your suction will never go away.
I love your bright yellowness.
I love that I no longer have to change a bag or touch the grime.
I love that Jeremy allowed me to buy you all those years ago.
But now I love you all the more.
I love that the minute I turn you on you bring a calm to my son that only you know how to do.
The crying stops and sleep soon takes him over.
I love that this discovery has means my house has never been cleaner.
And I love that my husband is the one that is often required to use you.
Thank you, dear friend, for your magical ways go beyond your expert engineering.
I am forever grateful for you.