Bouncing on the trampoline in our garden, my son Ryan, 12, got higher and higher with every jump.
‘Careful,’ I laughed, as his sisters waited for their turn.
I thought back to Ryan as a toddler, and how he’d been desperate to scramble up to the trampoline but not quite being big enough to have a go.
‘Seems like only yesterday,’ I said to my partner Mike.
It was March 2022, and Ryan was now a healthy, energetic young boy and between him and his sisters, our house was never quiet.
Full of giggles, Ryan would be ambushing us with his Nerf gun one moment, and then reeling off facts about his favourite Pokémon the next.
‘Look what I just caught,’ said Ryan later that day, showing me his latest Pokémon Go catch on
