The smallest of gestures and a bit of playfulness from me often bring a seemingly disproportionate amount of happiness for the youngest ones in this household. It can sometimes be as simple as arranging a breakfast that can be eaten in bed, suggesting dinner in front of a favourite TV programme, bringing all duvets and pillows into the living room, to snuggle in at first then invariably ending up a den, saying yes to a late night walk (at approximately 7.30pm) or a midnight feasts (at approximately 8pm and not really very feast’y). Small things.
In the flurry of daily life I often forget how simple it can be. And forget that it is not exclusively young ones that feel disproportionately happy about small things and playfulness. And whoever needs a table anyway? A den on the other hand…. now that is a different story.