Trying to find hints of beauty in the the day before me, I've started looking at my mornings through a lense. Practicing the art of noticing as they would say. What I found was little speckles of our morning routine, sometimes hectic and sometimes peaceful. The way the light falls in my kitchen at exactly 7.34am. How the sun shines brightly on the hill opposite us while we are still cast in a shadow. Everyday I have oats in some form, often homemade muesli or porridge, and Marley usually has toast. I'm often in my pajamas until Marley goes down for his first nap - one of the luxuries of being a stay-at-home mum which I fully abuse. Unmade beds and the smell of coffee brewing. There's something in the steadiness of the repetition, our own little routine we created, that we can be sure of in our day. I find gratitude in celebrating these notions, the simple things in our everyday. After all this is what our life is mostly built of.