January is a time for comfort, a time for spending your weekends wrapped up in a bubble only to be burst by the sight of snow falling from the bedroom window and the screams from a six year old to head out. January is a time for stomping the cobbled streets of quaint market towns, drinking vanilla latte’s and gushing over instagrammable décor. A time for eating a roast dinner next to a roaring fire, for long walks in the woods exploring new scenes, sipping on hot chocolate and cosy afternoons under layers of blankets.
Which pretty much sums up the last few weekends for our little family. Some much needed time to enjoy some down time. And despite looking back so fondly on December, the madness, excitement and celebration I am always left longing for some quiet. For days where there are no plans, when our weekends can just happen rather than be planned by the minute. Where play dates are fewer and time spent with family is the only mark in the calendar. Spontaneous coffee stops and date nights as a three.
Since the beginning of the year this is just how our weekends have flowed, we have enjoyed so many slow days together, ones just like the last which leave me feeling full of the gooey love stuff. Where mornings have been spent drinking hot tea in bed before a walk out to explore local spots and afternoons spent cuddling under blankets whilst watching movies and playing board games. The perfect weekend. I feel reconnected, rested and full of excitement for the year ahead.
A few photos from our weekend…