‘Just hold on, Dad…’
Crying with happiness, my dad Dave, then 74, enveloped me in a hug. ‘Congratulations, love!’ he beamed.
‘Another baby in the family,’ my mum Sue, 68, joined in, glowing. It was December 2018 and we were celebrating my first pregnancy.
My partner Jonathan had a six-year-old son.
Our baby was the latest to join the Crease brigade.
See, I’m the youngest of eight. That meant I’d already got 21 nieces and nephews, plus five greatnieces and nephews, too!
A huge, close family.
And Mum and Dad were always at the
