🍂 Where the Day Ends: My Favorite Nightly Ritual

I’m writing this from my favorite spot in the house — our front porch, dressed in its autumn best. Twinkling lights glow softly around me, a cool September breeze dances through the air, and the sound of my children playing with my husband inside drifts out through the window. As usual, I have a steaming mug of pumpkin chai tea at my side, a cozy blanket wrapped around me, and my keyboard balanced across my lap.

This is my happy place. The place where I reflect, write, and gather my thoughts before stepping back into the busy rhythm of motherhood, business, and life.

🌙 My Favorite Time of Day

There are so many moments in my day that I love — the morning snuggles, the afternoon giggles, the spontaneous hugs — but if I had to choose one, it would be those quiet minutes right before bed.

I co-sleep with my two children — one tucked safely on each side of me — and in those moments the world slows down. It feels like everything outside of that room melts away. The house is quiet, the lights are dim, and I’m surrounded by the steady sound of my children’s breathing.

🫶 The Ritual

My daughter is always to my right, her dolly nestled securely across her chest, her head resting gently on my shoulder. My son is always to my left, the cuddliest little soul, pressing as close as humanly possible.

I run my fingers through their soft dark hair and trace little circles on their arms. My son loves when I run my nails gently over his hands and skin. We sing the same lullabies every night, whisper prayers, and share tiny chats about our day.

In those moments, time feels suspended — like the world is giving me permission to just be here, to soak in the warmth and stillness.

🧡 Holding On to the Little Years

I know these moments won’t last forever. One day, my kids will have their own rooms, their own beds, and they won’t need me in the same way. And that’s okay — that’s how it’s supposed to be. But tonight, and every night until then, I will hold onto these sacred minutes like treasures.

The day’s busyness falls away, and what remains is pure love, pure connection. These are the memories I know I will replay in my heart when the house is quiet years from now.

🍵 Your Turn

This little porch reflection is a reminder — for me and maybe for you — to notice the small moments that make life rich. Whether it’s bedtime snuggles, your first sip of tea in the morning, or that quiet walk you take after dinner, savor it.

I’d love to hear from you: what’s your favorite moment of the day?