A toast

To toast with mariate, froffy hot chocolate, autumn leaves, dancing bags, wind and rain, blue sky and summer haze. To free speech and spinning, franic praise and quiet relection. To music that expresses every emotion in my tiny body. To eyes that can see, ears that listen hard to story woven of old. To months of sticking to weight watchers. To looking even staring at people when they cant see. To over hearing conversations of love and hope. To watching the wings of love take flight, to weddings, fiary lights and glow in the dark stars. To bbq and singing all day. To being silly, serious and intense, to laughing until you sob. To good friends, to those who you have shared your heart with you, to places you love. To weeping willows, mojo the dog, bananas, ice cream and chocolate sources. To getting really messy. To making everything sparkly. To the sea that wispers, to pretty shells. To film that makes you cry for days and days and for friends who cry more than you. To late night telephone conversations. To intimacy. To education and learning. To late nights, lie ins and even on that odd occasion an early morning. To the beauty of variey in culture, rythmn and life. To singleness. To relationships. To little girls wanting to be princesses. To big girls knowing their worth, wealth and beauty. To men who can cry. To men who know their heart and are willing to follow it. To men who are secure in their indenity to release women into theirs. To a mum, dad, brother, aunts, uncles and cousians. To the amazing gift of life, breathing, experience joy, peace, passion and pain. To a God that overwelms with me with his endless love and mercy that makes me tingle. To a God who loves me and has allowed me to be free. To a God that made life. To God...