The first dance at our wedding was Clem Snide's Bread. I love this song. Joshua introduced it to me one rainy day in Seattle when we had only been dating a month or two. Our Saturdays used to be spent making bread from scratch. It was always so neat to watch Joshua's love for making fresh bread for family and friends. And it was nice to laze around his apartment while we waited for the bread to rise.
When we had to choose a first song for our wedding, this was the obvious choice. It told of how we wanted to live. Off the cuff, in a relaxed manner and with some quiet days being together around the house. Granted, with how I pack our schedule, it doesn't happen as often as it should.
My favorite times and my favorite memories from our first 2.25 years of marriage consist of these quiet moments. And every morning when I walk downstairs to the mis-matching wonderfulness that has become our sense of decorating, the goofiness of our time together and the amazing energy I get from being in such loving relationship, I fall more in love with Joshua and our life together.
When we had to choose a first song for our wedding, this was the obvious choice. It told of how we wanted to live. Off the cuff, in a relaxed manner and with some quiet days being together around the house. Granted, with how I pack our schedule, it doesn't happen as often as it should.
My favorite times and my favorite memories from our first 2.25 years of marriage consist of these quiet moments. And every morning when I walk downstairs to the mis-matching wonderfulness that has become our sense of decorating, the goofiness of our time together and the amazing energy I get from being in such loving relationship, I fall more in love with Joshua and our life together.
Bread
‘Coz you are the bread
And it’s never work
And warm, buttered is good
Oh, let’s just digest
And the dishes are fine
They’re not goin’ nowhere
So keep your hands soft
For high fives and shakes
And the bathroom’s a mess
Tomorrow we’ll clean
And my window won’t shut
But the breeze does feel nice
And the stove can be used
To light cigarettes
Oh, let the tablecloth burn
It’s pretty that way
‘Coz you smell like bread
And now the pillow does too
Has everyone left?
Where they even here?
Listen to the song to understand how these somewhat silly lyrics can be a sweet love song.
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