A week better described as a bonkers few days where we stopped not for breath but just for cuddles.
A phone that’s never stopped buzzing with emails and messages and plans and ideas. A husband forever covered in dust and paint and bits of old wallpaper and at 6pm every evening, his daughter; laughing and smiling and shining, thrilled to see him after a long day with just her mummy. A toddler with a huge imagination that has blossomed overnight and absorbs everyone around her into her very own little happy world.
Trip after trip to DIY stores, baking cakes and drawing chalk pictures on the ground. As close to ‘normal’ as I think we’ve ever been.
And it feels OK.