The moments flow into one another that I almost loose track of them, each one as beautiful as the last. There is such a rhythm to our life that sways us easily from one destination to the next that it feels perfectly natural to just live in the moment and not worry about yesterday or tomorrow. To just live, beautifully.

Our rented London flat quickly becomes ours with piano music playing always, Isla’s toys placed on shelves in the living room for her to easily reach, her cot tucked away in the second bedroom, and our bath products placed just so. Our fridge is stocked with delicious ingredients from the grocers that we easily prepare lunches and dinners for us to enjoy together. There is one evening in particular where Isla went to bed early and I spent the early evening preparing a dinner for my love. I felt myself flourish as I stood in the kitchen slicing and dicing, stirring the ingredients in the pot, and then plating our dinner after pouring generous glasses of wine. I brought it to the table proud to provide a nourishing and delicious meal for my love.

I stand at the kitchen sink many times a day soaking her bottles, scrubbing them clean and then laying them out to dry. Some might find the task tedious, but I find it soothing, a natural rocking rhythm as I prepare the tools needed to feed her. There is a rhythm to feeding her as well…placing her in the highchair as she waits for the food to be prepared then brought to her…teaching her that food takes time and cannot be demanded.

There are many highlights I want to remember, to cherish, to etch into my memory for all eternity. But I know that many of these beautiful moments pass to let me know I have lived and nothing more.