Sitting on a picnic rug on a beautiful sunny beach, I laughed as my daughter tucked into a custard cream.
‘Are you going to eat the biscuit, or just the cream in the middle?’ I chuckled.
‘Cream!’ Louisiana smiled, licking her lips.
Custard creams were her favourite snack, but she’d only ever eat the cream inside.
I used to be able to easily find her at home – all you had to do was follow the trail of discarded biscuits and you’d find Louisiana, two, with a big, creamy grin on her face.
But that was the thing – my girl never stopped smiling, her joy was so infectious.
Raising my children,
