SHINE ON

Watching out the kitchen window, my boy, Max, then three, sprinted around the garden.

He spent every spare minute playing with his toys, giggling, or hanging out with his best mates Jamie, his older brother who’s 12, and Milo, our Cocker Spaniel.

Max was born as a true performer and comedian.

Nothing scared him.

He was always confident chatting away to whoever he possibly could.

All of that he got from his dad, my fiancé Mike, 37.

We could never keep up with Max’s enormous amounts of energy.

He was always leaping off the sofa into cushions on the floor.

That’s why when he developed a limp in July 2018, Mike and I didn’t think much of it.

‘He’s got a temperature, too,’ I told Mike.

‘It must be another one of those colds from nursery,’ Mike