I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the season of life we’re in right now.
Not in a big dramatic way, just noticing the small shifts that happen almost without you realising. The rhythms of family life change quietly over time, and suddenly you look around and things feel a little different.
At the moment, our days feel slower. Calmer. A little more spacious.
George is fourteen now, almost fifteen. He is properly in those teenage years where he’s beginning to build his own routines, friendships and independence. He’s often out with friends, at football, golf or tucked away doing his own thing – which means life at home has gently shifted back into a rhythm where it’s quite often just me and my Mr H again. Let’s not forget Bob.
It’s a strange but lovely full-circle moment.
The Season We’re In Right Now
After years of busy family life where everything revolved around school runs, clubs and weekend plans, we’re finding ourselves with pockets of time that feel a bit more like they did before we became parents – but still with George and Bob very much at the centre of it all.
Slow mornings
One of the things I’ve really been appreciating lately is slow mornings.
The house is quiet, coffee is made, and if the weather allows we’ll take it out into the garden and sit for a while before the day properly begins. No rush, no big agenda – just that gentle start that sets the tone for the rest of the day.
It’s one of those small everyday moments that feels like a luxury when life has been busy for so long.
Walking with Bob
Our weekends have settled into a rhythm too.
At the moment, we seem to be working our way through local walks, as the days are longer and evenings are lighter, we plan to walk a little further. At the weekend we walked along the canal, with a pub stop of course – which was a refreshing change.
It’s nothing fancy, fresh air and time together with Bob.
Planning something just for us
Another little shift this year is that we’re starting to plan trips that are just for the two of us again.
In July, we’re heading to Paris for a few days – something we started last year when we visited Rome. We’ve travelled plenty as a family, but this feels like a new chapter too. A chance to wander a city together, take our time, and enjoy the kind of trip that looks slightly different now George is older.
There’s something really exciting about planning it.
The familiar things that stay the same
Of course, plenty of things still anchor our weeks in the same way they always have.
Football matches for George when they’re not rained off. Family TV nights. The everyday routines that keep life ticking along. Those things haven’t disappeared, they’ve just found their place alongside this new rhythm we’re easing into.
A season worth noticing
I suppose that’s why I’ve been thinking about it all recently. This stage of family life, where your child is growing into their own world, and you begin rediscovering a little more of your own again, feels like a season worth noticing.
It’s calm. Steady. Full of small everyday moments that might not seem remarkable at the time, but will probably feel quite special when we look back on them one day.
And right now, that feels like a pretty lovely place to be.




And that’s the season we’re in right now.