The little one is sick today, not enough to unsettle me, but just enough to stay at home and turn what was supposed a busy working day into a smooth drifting between cuddles, answering emails, playing and fitting some deadlines in between. It was such an unbelievably quiet day. A day that feels incredibly full and satisfying although objectively nothing happened. A day when we lived every minute without rushing through it. Thank you, my little troublemaker, for teaching me to slow down.