When I hear my husband upstairs with Thomas, doing a nappy change but simultaneously acting voices out for the stuffed cuddly dinosaurs who live beside the changing mat, and when that immediately silences Thomas’s crying, I feel like my heart will burst. When they come downstairs and I see Thomas’s tiny head balanced on Ian’s shoulder, his little face peering over with big eyes taking it all in, my heart just about cracks open and spills all over the floor.

I love them both so much. More than I can find the words to say.



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