I love my husband.

Every morning our alarm clock buzzes at 6am. My husband will bounce out of bed, and start making breakfast for our two boys.

I will thump the SNOOZE button hoping to get 5 minutes extra sleep. After three 5 minute SNOOZES, I drag myself out of bed, to tend to my newborn.

After feeding, burping, cleaning, changing the nappy and clothes of my baby, it’s about 7am.

I plod sleepily into the kitchen to see both my boys munching away at their breakfast, and this is what I find at my place at the table:

Love.

And I am convinced that, for me, there is no place greener than my side of the fence.