Causing a scene in the street, I wanted to win the argument.
‘Let me push her pram,’ I chuckled.
‘You did it last time!’ my hubby Andy, now 54, whined.
Anyone would have thought we were toddlers.
However, we were just excited to show off our daughter Isabelle, now three.
Within the first month of bringing her home, in March 2020, it was a battle over who would hold her, feed her and change her nappy.
Only, in most cases, Andy would win.
He’d be there to help before I could even think about it.
Which was just one of the things that I loved about him.
Meeting in April 2016, at a friend’s wedding in Cyprus, we hit it off straight away.
And when we returned to England, I made the move from Croydon to Dorset to join Andy, just before a year of being official.
With an age gap between us, Andy already had two children, Fin
