Waking up to find the baby still sleeping.
A “happy anniversary” email.
Getting everyone ready, including yoga pants for me and her.
A nap, nice and long.
A coffee and a podcast.
Feeding, nappying, brushing teeth, and rushing out.
A “yoga” class with friends (hers and mine).
Lunching (at home again) all together.
Giggles in her stroller.
A mani pedi while she naps on her Papa.
More chilling. More feeding.
A paddle for her.
And still to come?
Dinner and bedtime for her.
Dining out, just the two of us.
Hoping she’ll stay asleep until we’re done.
Downton Abbey, perhaps.
(In other words: practically perfect)