My favourite time of the evening… story time with my youngest. We’ve consumed a fair few books together, it’s quiet and peaceful and just lovely. A few years ago I would have rushed this time to get downstairs to finish my wine, or I would have had a glass upstairs with me. It makes me sad to think of all the times I rushed away, and while that won’t change it, it does remind me to enjoy this precious time while he’s so little and to take nothing for granted.
