quiet light

Every evening, when we've wrestled Frieda through the bath and she's tucked into bed, when the cats have been fed and the dog's calmed down, I settle on the couch for Stella's last feed before she falls asleep.
And, in lieu of a regular glass of wine, but to treat myself a little, I light tea-lights in my gorgeous collection of white holders.

The cut-out dotty ones on the end I bought myself at a very arb retail store, the open flowers, cut-out tin and pierced porcelain have all been birthday presents over the years from dear friends and family.

I like to sit and watch them, think about the lovely people who've given them to me, unwind, let my mind go quiet, enjoy my baby in my arms and just ... breathe.