I’m currently sat in the dark at the foot of the baby’s crib posting this. He’s been having the worst sleep lately. He wakes multiple times a night, climbs the crib bars but doesn’t know how to get down. During the days I’ve been trying to teach him how to fall properly and he’s getting it, just very slowly.
So anyway, here I am running on just a few hours of sleep and coffee, thinking about the time we spent midsummer in the Swedish countryside. We lit candles and made breakfast as it rained. We drove to the water and watched the small, wooden boats bob along the calm summer waves. We rode through green fields, dodged deer, rode with the windows down and listened to our favourite songs. It was a memorable time. I often revisit it in my mind sometimes to chill out a bit.