'I was intimate every day for three weeks with my husband. Here's what surprised me.'

When we imagine honeymoons, we picture the cliché: two newlyweds who barely leave their hotel room except to hydrate or pick up food.

It's all romance, matching lingerie, soft lighting and the kind of enthusiasm that makes you want to roll over and pounce on your new spouse. 

But modern marriages are different. Many of us tie the knot already knee-deep in real life, kids, laundry, living together, careers, bedtime routines, and the glamorous accessory of constantly being covered in toddler snacks. So, while the whole Mr & Mrs thing is exciting, when you're already well established as a couple, a honeymoon can sometimes feel like… the same daily routine, but with better views. 

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My husband and I — God, I love saying my husband — took our 18-month-old on our honeymoon. And let's be honest: toddlers have a unique talent for being adorable, lovable, well, let's just say it — cockblocks! 

Yes, we adore our child. Yes, having him with us was beautiful. But also… I wanted to create honeymoon memories that weren't just nap schedules, snack negotiations and changing nappies. I wanted romance, after all, you only live it once. I wanted Sensuality. A moment to remember I have a body that isn't solely responsible for wiping yoghurt off, breastfeeding or toddler cuddles (which I do love the cuddles). 

As a mum, my days usually involve being sticky, exhausted, and rocking a messy bun that's less "I woke up like this" and more "I survived." When I finally get a moment away from my toddler, I'm working, cleaning, trying to exercise the mama pooch away (it refuses to go — it's basically my second child). Intimacy can easily slide into the "I'll try again when I'm less tired" pile… which is code for: not happening tonight. 

So before we left, I told my husband, very seriously, that I wanted our honeymoon to be intimate. Romantic. A reset. And despite the parental responsibilities that came with travelling as a trio, I made intimacy a priority for 14 days straight. 

And yes — we were intimate every. Single. Day. 

But when I say "intimate," I don't just mean sex. I gave myself permission to define it broadly — hands, mouths, touch, connection, anything sensual counted.

This wasn't about turning intimacy into a chore or checking it off a to-do list between naps. It was about consistently showing up for my relationship in a way that felt playful instead of pressured. 

Here's what surprised me: once I committed, I naturally became more affectionate throughout the day. More hugs. More hand-holding. More cheeky smiles and whispered compliments because, let's be real, seduction was part of the schedule.

There were those micro-moments that seemed small but added up: like his hand brushing mine as we shared breakfast, exchanging winks while we took turns pushing the stroller, or a quick squeeze on the arm while waiting for the elevator. I learned my best time for intimacy is late afternoon or nighttime, and a holiday champagne or two didn't hurt either. 

But the real magic was this: the more days that passed, the more I wanted it. Not forced, not scheduled… but genuinely anticipated.

I felt more connected. He looked at me differently — those long, lingering stares that say, "I see you." It brought back that electric undercurrent of early dating, the excitement of knowing what was coming later… without the guilt, without the guessing, without someone collapsing onto the couch at 8pm complaining about who's more tired. 

Committing to daily intimacy became less about sex and more about us. About communication. About rediscovering who we were — not just as parents, not just as partners running on caffeine, but as lovers who love each other. There was no pressure on him to "make the first move," no pressure on me to magically feel seductive after a full day of mum-ing. It was peaceful. It was fun. It was surprisingly healing. 

And honestly? It was a 10/10 experience for me. 

The ripple effect was wild — I felt safer and more connected, he was more relaxed (which translated into a very sexy "What can I get you, babe?" energy), and even our arguments had quicker bounce-back rates. Turns out, being intimate every day makes it harder to stay annoyed at each other. Who knew? 

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By the end, the daily intimacy didn't feel like a task. It felt like a craving. A want. A reconnection with a part of our relationship that had been buried under nappies, deadlines, and bedtime shenanigans. 

Now I'm curious — terrified, but curious — to try our 14-day intimacy experiment again at home, in the real world of work stress, dinner preparations and the endless cycle of washing. 

If it works in that chaos? Well… we might be onto something.

So, I pose this question to you: What could daily touch look like in your everyday chaos? Are you ready to discover new depths of connection amid your own beautiful mess?

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