As my twin boys, Teddy and George, three, chased each other across the grass at our local park, they both stopped to pick daisies to give to me. ‘Oh, thank you. I’m the luckiest mummy in the world,’ I smiled, as they beamed proudly. And I’d never meant something more.
‘I COULDN’T EVEN CRY – I WAS IN SHOCK’
It’s days like this, simple moments, that I treasure more than anything. Because a year-and-a-half ago, when the boys were 18 months old, I wasn’t sure whether I’d ever experience the joy of seeing them together like this – carefree, happy and loving life – again.
I first noticed
