Today is Thursday. A workday. A weekday. Another regular day. I woke up with my 3 year old rolling over my head asking for toast. To the smell of breakfast and coffee floating from the kitchen as my husband gets ready for work. I roll out of bed, give morning kisses to my family on my way to fill my coffee cup. And we sit, as we do every morning, around the table and wake up together.
It’s not always full of words. Sometimes we just sit and sip. Sometimes we listen to the radio news. Sometimes we glance through the newspaper or house listings. But whether we are laughing at Ari’s morning dance routine, chatting about the upcoming day, or whatever it is that morning brings. We always do it together.
As it happens today is also our anniversary. 8 years ago, I woke up and said ‘yes’. And since then, we have been cultivating our life. Together.
At this stage in life, we have a beautiful 3 year old daughter. We live in a beautiful town, where summers are filled with beach afternoons and family time. We sit in our beautiful light-filled home. We are chasing our goals and dreams when it comes to work and life.
And even though our life can be crazy and there are days that are total fails, this life is something that I hold dear to my heart. Something that I feel so unbelievably lucky to have, and something that I cherish with every fibre of my body.
My husband is my rock. The person who I can be most vulnerable with, and most strong. Happy 8th (and 13th) anniversary to the love of my life.
Photo Credit – Olga Litmanova
Here’s to many more adventures to come. xoxo