Life has a habit these days of rolling along at high speed, threatening to leave us behind, struggling to catch up.
So these moments – snatched with grasping fingers and held close – are ones to treasure forever.
The sense of anticipation on a Friday evening, as a long four day weekend stretches ahead of us. The excitement as we arrive in Devon, on the way to see my parents’ new home, taking in the Jubilee bunting strewn through various villages.
The inevitable tears and glee from an over-excited child, aware that something is different on this night. It is not a usual bedtime.
Waking up to a sunny morning in the Devon countryside, with no sound except the birdsong outside the window.
Eating breakfast in a beautiful kitchen, as sunlight streams through the open doors, taking in the endless possibilities that this day may bring.
Discovering a new birthday present for a child, soon to be two years old. Watching the delight on her face as she “drives” around the spacious garden on her gleaming tractor.
Taking a picnic to the beach, tucking into roast chicken sandwiches and apples, as the waves crash onto the sand. Making castles and burying feet. Witnessing hesitant, toddling, steps towards the water, turning into confident strides and, eventually, a fully fledged run.
Discarded clothes, a nappy, a perfect peachy bottom covered in sand.
A cold glass of Pimms in the garden, as the afternoon turns to evening. Serene in the knowledge tomorrow will be another day packed with moments to pinch between the fingers and stuff into bulging pockets full of memories.
Moments like these make life slow down.
I love them.