Surrounded by snow ladened Christmas trees, glowing lights and the promise of Santa Claus, it was a place that I’d wanted to visit for years on end.
With my husband Lee, now 42, daughter Caitlyn, now 20, and son Reggie, now seven, all wrapped up in December last year, we’d made it to Lapland UK.
That was on top of planning the Polar Express experience, having gingerbread making sessions at my mum and dad’s and prepping Christmas Eve boxes.
For even though we always made an effort as a family to make Christmas extra special, planning a festive day out as a family last year really did mean more than most.
Knowing that Reggie’s third and final heart surgery was looming, there was always a fear in the back of my head that he wouldn’t be able to pull through.
A terrifying concept that had played on
