C A F F E I N E   I N   R E D   C U P S  .

Earlier in the week, I spent a day working at Jason’s office in Guildford. It always seems to be more of a rush than we expect it to be, trying to get two of us out of the door on time in the morning, and this day was no exception.

Bags were packed full of laptops and cables and cameras and hard drives, Teddy was parked on the back seats of my car, makeup was applied on the hoof (by me of course, not Jason…), and we made it into Guildford centre only *mildly* stressed about how late we were running.

Halfway through the day, tempted outside both by the bright sunshine and the fact that neither of us had eaten breakfast that morning or had lunch to hand, we headed up the high street in search of a little energy boost.

It came in the form of red cups, filled with the sweetest of coffees.

Coat || Fair Isle knit || Brogues

We drank our coffees whilst walking Teddy along the river, discussing what gifts to buy for our family members this Christmas, and sharing memories of Ted as a pup to try to remind ourselves of what it’s going to be like going back to having a puppy in the house again come the end of December.

Speaking of which, have I even mentioned here yet that Jason and I are adding a springer spaniel puppy to our family at the end of this month? We’re so very excited! But nervous too, because you know…puppies are hard work!

It’s becoming something of an annual tradition, these mini midweek Christmas coffee dates. Remember the last one? :)

I kind of love that this blog allows me to go back and revisit the same tiny, insignificant things Jason and I were doing in previous years.

It reminds me to take note of how quickly our lives seem to be changing and progressing at the moment, and to appreciate the small moments just as much as the big milestones we’re reaching.

So today, on this not to sunny Thursday mid-way through a disappointingly mild December, consider me thankful for happy hours spent by the river in my favourite town, for spaniels (both little and large), for gingerbread lattes, and most importantly, for that man of mine who I still can’t believe I get to call ‘husband’. <3