There’s something magical about these almost summer mornings,  when the sun filters softly through the leaves, and the world feels like it’s taking a deep, contented breath. Today was one of those lovely days. 

We didn’t rush. The coffee was hot and unhurried, sipped slowly while the house stretched itself awake. Breakfast was simple but satisfying, fresh fruit, warm toast, and a little bit of quiet. The kind of morning where you notice the little things: the smell of cut grass drifting in through the window, the warmth of sunlight on your skin, and the sound of birds that you usually miss in the weekday scramble.

The kids ended up in the garden still in their pajamas, my eldest leading the way, my youngest bundled in my arms. We found a cozy spot on the patio couch, and for a while, it was all about being together. They flipped through a book, my eldest reading aloud while the baby took in every colorful page with wide-eyed wonder. The soft breeze, the birdsong, the green all around, it was the kind of moment that makes you stop and soak it all in.

Not every day is like this, but this morning was slow and golden and I’m holding onto that feeling.

Here’s to quiet starts, garden air, and finding peace in the rhythm of our days.