Waking up to find the baby still sleeping.
Family breakfast.
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.
A babysitter.
Dining out, just the two of us.
Hoping she’ll stay asleep until we’re done.
Downton Abbey, perhaps.

(In other words: practically perfect)