In the dead of Washington's winter, a sunset is basically unheard of. When Ben and I were confronted with this gorgeous sunset on Whidbey (last weekend), we were blown away and strolled along the water front just to take in the quiet sounds, the pretty sights, and the calm water view. It lingered for a while, changing from pastel pinks and blues to a vivid red, pink and purple sunset and the moon even peered out from behind the clouds.
I know this post is a bit late, but our real anniversary, January 31, was last night and we celebrated with a rose colored brut and a cheese platter and stayed up too late just talking and drinking bubbly. Here's to celebrating many a sunset more.