Wrapping up a pair of white, silky pyjamas, trimmed with soft feathers, I felt a buzz of excitement.
Lillie’s going to love these, I thought happily.
For her 22nd birthday, in November 2021, I’d taken her to see Pretty Woman in London and then to Harrods for afternoon tea.
As we’d browsed around afterwards, gazing in awe at all the lavish Christmas decs, she’d spotted the PJs and fallen in love with them.
So I sneakily bought them for her for Christmas. I couldn’t wait to see her face when she opened them up.
Lillie loved Christmas.
It was just me, Lil and her big brother Michael, now 26, and I’d always made it special.
Every year we got matching festive PJs and we spent the day with my parents, a mad day of ripping open presents and scoffing festive grub, but always so much fun.
Christmas was about family time and making memories.
In 2021 Lillie had been out to buy a brand-new tree as a surprise, complete with pink and white decorations, diamantés and feathers.
Putting it up on 20 December, we were in the festive swing as Lillie danced and sang while she popped a star on top of the tree.
Lillie was always dancing and singing – the life and soul of the party.
And this year, our Christmas was going to
