A week filled with late sleep ins and early wake up calls. No matter what, they are beautiful moments of us squinting at the morning light then staring and smiling at each other.

Each morning as we go through our morning routine I notice how Mister and I have a particular song and dance that we move to. Weaving in and away from each other, smiles, flirtatious eyes, and helpful hands. This dance particularly takes place in the kitchen and always ends with a kiss and saying good-bye for the day.

We celebrate our babe’s two month birthday by meeting together for an afternoon latte together at a cafe near his work. He takes her from the pram and holds her with such love and admiration and she willingly falls asleep in his arms. Sip after sip we enjoy our foamy lattes we discuss the little details of life and the anticipation of my upcoming birthday.

Later in the week, her and I shop along Robson and walk away with two small white sleepers for her to grow into wrapped in tissue and then placed in a white paper bag. It’s the small luxuries.

I have a couple of hours alone to myself with no babe to care for that I walk the brick lanes of Gastown and find myself thinking of Europe. A feeling buried deep within me bubbles up as I admire the architecture, that here – Vancouver, is home and so is Europe. I know I will never be able to combine the two, that no matter where I am living I will always miss the other, but I set my heart on visiting Europe as soon as we can. I pick up two white boxes filled with treats; a chocolate covered cheesecake and the other a earl gray infused sponge cake with lavender and vanilla swirl frosting. They are decadent and beautiful to look at, and sugary sweet on the tongue.

I start an evening bedtime routine that relaxes both the babe and I. Starting a warm bath the smell of vanilla and rose fill the room. She coos and smiles as she enjoys the water and our slick skin next to each other. When we step out of the bath I love seeing her pink body wrapped in a white towel and her tiny toes sticking out the end as she kicks and squirms before I apply lotion all over her. We end the routine with her at my breast, her arm thrown across her eyes in relaxation as her breathing goes deeper and deeper before I put her down for bed.

We end the week with a walk as a family through the city to select my birthday gift. It’s wrapped in tissue and placed in a box even though I know what it is. I love requesting to be pampered and the luxuriousness of the packaging. We slip into a dark restaurant with our sleeping babe in the pram next to us as we order birthday eve drinks and discuss our future holiday in London, careers opportunities and dreams, finances, feelings, and priorities. It’s a great conversation and a time to connect to one another.