I love this thread! For me:
The sound of my Nan’s voice when I used to wake up in the night. She would always hear me stirring or moving around and check on me. She did it until I was 26! She was the loveliest.
Eating marmite on mighty white in her kitchen
Having two young babies close together and pushing them round the park snuggled up in their double buggy while asleep on a frosty morning
The freedom of sixth form and university, of endless days created with friends, the silliness, nicknames, tangents, adventures.
Falling asleep in the same bed with my H in that first couple of years together knowing it was a peaceful relationship
That special relationship only you as a mother have with the newborn baby in those first early days. Breastfeeding.
Walking long distances (I have been told I can no longer do this without affecting my ability to move in general) I am looking at cycling as an alternative
Stroking my dead pet’s ears