It really is the little things.  The tiny details that build up a day; that build up to a life.

A candle that tells us the day is winding down, time for quieter voices (in theory), for a shared meal, for stories, for cuddles.  Knowing rest is round the corner we can marshal our strength to finish the day well.

A boiling pot of pasta on the stove, ready to feed my family.  Knowing we are heading for full tummies, that our basic needs are being met  is a deep comfort.

A gift sent from my Dad far away reminds me that those I love are always close.

These are the pieces of my life, that connect together.  That make up who I am.  Who we are.

Our life.