Right now feels slow. Steady. Calm. Not in a stagnant way, just… settled.
A Quiet Sunday Edit.
The season is shifting gently rather than announcing itself. Mornings are lighter, the air feels softer, and there’s that sense that we’re moving forward without rushing to get anywhere. The pace at home has found its rhythm again after a busy stretch, and weekends feel like they belong to us.
Sundays, especially, have taken on their own shape.
There’s usually a football match in the diary for George, when it isn’t rained off – which anchors the weekend nicely. Boots by the door, a quick check of the weather, the familiar routine of standing on the side-lines with a coffee, chatting to other parents while the game unfolds. Followed by a dog walk and a pub stop. It’s ordinary and grounding in the best way.
In between, we’re doing a lot of quiet organising. Planning family adventures for the year ahead, moving dates around, talking about where we want to go and what we want to do together. Nothing frantic, just those ongoing conversations that sit in the background of family life and slowly take shape.
At home, it’s a season of sorting and decluttering. Wardrobes and cupboards that have quietly annoyed me for months are finally being tackled. Not all at once – just a drawer here, a shelf there. The kind of steady progress that feels manageable and oddly satisfying.
Saturday nights have become about family TV again. Everyone on the sofa, something familiar or easy to watch, phones mostly forgotten. And Sundays almost always end the same way – pie night. Comfort food, plates balanced on knees, the feeling that the weekend is being gently closed rather than abruptly ended.
There’s nothing headline-worthy about this phase, and that’s exactly why it feels so good.
Right now is about tending to the everyday things. Keeping life ticking along. Making space where we can. Enjoying the calm, knowing it won’t last forever – but appreciating it while it’s here.

A Quiet Sunday Edit, exactly as it should be.