The return

The joy when seeing the silhouette of Stockholm as the train slowly approached the station. Coming back after only two days away but the feeling is still the same. As per my normal habit, it was the return from my biweekly unglamorous Gothenburg trip. But this time it was saved by some quality time with Little Miss Happy and her two minis when I decided to stay an extra night to go and see them in their pittoresque cottage on the countryside. Almost twentyfour hours of bonding, talking and walking, lasagna, pancakes and sausages. When the four year old invited me to stay in his room for the night I felt very special. But there was also grown up time. We may lead different lives right now, but that doesn't stop us from having essential conversations to our wine, cheese doodles and sweets.

In a home with two small children there is no need to apologise for being sleepy in the evenings and when we threw in the towel at ten thirty I think it was with a sigh of relief from the sleep deprived Little Miss Happy.