Her Every Tone is Musics Own

It's my birthday today. Last night, Alec decided to surprise me with flowers and a Ginger Crystallized in Dark Chocolate bar after work.
Little did he know there was a love poem inside...It's quite beautiful. I would love to type it all in here but I'll save some sappiness and get to the best part.

Her every tone is music's own.
-Edward Pinkney

I love that.

It's a laid back birthday this year. A cup of coffee on a beautiful 72 degree morning. Baking a birthday pie. Then off I go to a delicious Malaysian dinner with the in laws and my sweet sweet sister.

To top it off, I found this beautiful clip of Pavarotti singing. Enjoy!

On My Love

If there is a song that describes my love,
It would have no words.
Just a melody.
Every part of me hears it and cries.
Simple but complete.
He touches me.
He is my love.