It has to be acknowledged that sometimes, we fall out of love with our lives. Sometimes, our daily grind just doesn’t feel all that captivating. Sometimes, it is bloody hard work. Sometimes, other people’s lives appear altogether more enthralling, more attractive, more colourful.

Sometimes, though, it’s easier than you thought to fall back in love with your life.

Sometimes, all you need is a little time off, a chance to step back from the day-to-day. It just takes a few moments, and you’ve re-found the magic of it all, remembered what it is that you relish most about this, ‘your one wild and precious life’.

Tiny fragments of time can recall to you why you are here, in this place, doing what you are doing, what it is that matters to you, and who you are.

For me, this weekend, it was being home on time to eat with my family with the door open to the late Spring evening, to drink a glass of wine and laugh. To run races with the children and watch them throw themselves around the trampoline and follow the dog as he bounded about in the field. To mess about with the hose as we watered the vegetables and to let the children stay up late.

It was the emerald green beetle that landed on me. It was the sweet, frothy chai latte I drank with my parents. It was the funny, cosy chat with my “not tired” son as we looked through his book about dogs and talked about everything on his mind: the silly, the sweet and the serious.

It was the selfie I took with my husband, our faces aged, weary even, but still essentially the same.

It was all these things, and more. The moments flow, don’t they? Time flows. And I’m so grateful for this opportunity to stop and appreciate it all. Not the grand or extravagant or extraordinary. Just the simple magic of home and family. Just the wild beauty of a life that didn’t turn out as I planned, but turned out well. Just the raw, gorgeous reality of pain and imperfection and love and joy.