Ever since I was a little girl my favourite part of the weekend has always been Sunday morning.
Those few hours before the world wakes up is the best. Everything feels slow, everything feels quiet, everything feels precious.
As Ben is a pretty late sleeper, more often than not me and Goblin will get up nice and early and spend a little time together. We pad around sleepy eyed, taking our time adjusting to the world.
We stretch, we yawn, we relax.
After a few cups of tea and some girly tv, yesterday I got out the ironing board and went about tackling the mountain of crumpled clothes that has been sitting in our bedroom for months.
When I was little my mum used to do most of the ironing on a Sunday morning and waking up super early to hang out with her was my absolute favourite thing. Yesterday I really missed her and doing this ritual was my way of feeling close to her. Reliving those mornings in our pj's, chatting away, with lots of tea and biscuits.
So this is for you Mum, I miss you... xxx
(And so does Goblin....)