It is so clear that the only thing our children want is our time and ability to be here and now.

Yesterday, for the first time in a long (two, maybe three, months) time, I read to my children. It has always, since they were really small, been something we have done at bedtime. That little time to be with them, to catch up a little and give and take some clean love.

So when we went to bed yesterday, in our tent in our garden, reading and telling stories was one thing we did. Both fell asleep while I was talking…safe, content and maybe bored…

I had forgotten how good it feels to do this. And will resume this tradition immediately.