A sunny Sunday.
A dreamy holiday.
On Friday evening, we drove to London, the kids slept all the way, leaving Leeds by night and waking up the next morning in North London.
This weekend was not just exciting for the Royals as my family had epic celebrations of their own to toast.
It's already Friday again with a new and long weekend upon us with the bank holiday in the UK (yay) so I thought I better share last weekend with you all, and quick! I love reflecting on our weekends together, our precious family time, where we switch off from the week before, simply hang out, enjoy delicious food, at home, or out, and take in the lush Yorkshire countryside we live in and relax.
The weekend was one relaxing affair, we stayed at my folks' house, the home I grew up in on Saturday night so Peter and I could enjoy a rare date night, and all woke up to buttery warm bagels and the best babysitters in town. Bliss.
My husband Peter is pretty much a genius behind the camera, this much you probably know (well those of you who follow my blog regularly at least). I'm not too shabby myself, but work life sure is easier with a personal paparazzo to snap away for this here blog. No selfie-sticks needed here!