There is a real beauty in doing simple things with people you love. And when you take the time to do the simple things you notice parts of your world that make it worth living. Like the little things you notice about someone you love. I know that the sound of laughter is one of the most precious sounds in my life and many of the people I love do it well. Or like the tiny details that stick out in your memory. The smell of pine, the glare of the sun, the absence of sound and the texture of a book. These are all little things that stick in my mind and make me happy.

It's the strange little details of simpiler times that can define your relationship with someone else. Eating breakfast with your family in the morning, everyday, is a simply mundane act that you'll always remember. It becomes such a big part of your morning that when one of your family isn't there you notice it and it changes your whole day. Coco Pops suddenly seem duller and not even mixing nutella and peanut butter together on your toast fills that gap.

So the next time you have breakfast and they're there at the table you'll notice how their bed hair favours the left side of their head and that it takes them five mouthfuls of cereal before they become a fully functioning member of society again. And you'll remember it.

But, in my pursuit to do as much as humanly possible in the time I'm given to live, it's always the simple things that warm the cockles of my heart.

Write to me one day,
Nikki Keating.