Saturday mornings are special. During the week our energies and attention can be pulled in all different directions, with work commitments and the daily chores and tasks of family life. So when the weekend comes around, it’s time to take it slow and really be together.
On this morning in September, the light was gentle and golden and perfect for a slow walk and fruit picking in their favourite park. Dad had been away for work for a few days and they had been missing each other, making this morning together extra special and full of their love and connection. They were themselves, cuddling, holding hands and chatting together. They sat under a tree, amongst the beginnings of the autumns leave fall and wrapped up for extra warmth in a wool blanket. When small tummies began to rumble and it was time to move on, we wandered home, for breakfast and coffee
Once home and refuelled, they cuddled together to read - one of their favourite family activities. The children came and went in their own time, sometimes curling up with their Mamma or their Daddy, other times wandering off to see to their important work of childhood. We took it slowly and let the moments happen. Spending the morning with them was a beautiful insight into the rhythms and moments of their daily life together, the messy and busy, the quiet and still, punctuated by the familiar routines, eating together at the table, story time on the sofa and milky cuddles with mamma.
The littles are close in age, similar to my first children which made this session feel extra close to me, taking me back to those unique and fleeting pre-school days; full days made up of welly walks, crafting and the chatter of small children busy around your feet.
Events that had taken place within their personal lives, had made this time together particularly poignant. Being more acutely aware than ever, of the value of their love and these days of childhood. So it was extra important to make this time, to be together, to walk, to pick up autumn leaves and eat fruit from straight from the trees. To be slow. To be them. And not only that, but to capture it all in images to be held close in the years that will come.