Soft you day, be velvet soft,
My true love approaches,
Look you bright, you dusty sun,
Array your golden coaches.
Soft you wind, be soft as silk
My true love is speaking.
Hold you birds, your silver throats,
His golden voice I'm seeking.
I love the first lines of Maya Angelou's poem
that heart suspended in blue dish soap...
Tomorrow Matt and I celebrate our first wedding anniversary. Weeeeee!
We have big plans to track down some super foods and prepare fresh whole food deliciousness - out of my favorite cookbook no doubt.
Happy day of two's!!