It’s often the simple things that we enjoy the most.

Quiet conversation on park bench under the stars

That movie set moment while walking down a street in Spain

reliving it in your neighbourhood

Walking and holding hands

Ice cream on a hot summer night

Getting to know each other, against the sound of crashing waves, huddled by the ocean late into the night

Spooning with perfect ease through the night

Reading a child a bed time story, their little bodies nestled against yours, warring against their drooping eyelids

The feel of your feet in the sand along the beach as the waves come in and out