Golden Hour

I really want the kids to remember the evenings we abandoned baths and balanced meals and sensible bedtimes and threw together a poorly conceived picnic and headed to the country park. I want them to do it for themselves one day, to forgoe what they should do for what feels good. To make the most of sunshine and loved ones and squeeze the last drops out of the day.

Somtimes doing less feels like living more, would you agree?