The last thing anyone would think upon walking into my home is, ‘something’s missing here.’ It’s a house brimming with love, fun and children – six of them! It’s the family I have been dreaming about and planning since I was just a little girl myself.
My eldest is 10, the youngest eight months, so you can imagine this house is never quiet.
And yet something is missing, and always will be. When I’m with my children, laughing at four-year-old Danielle, my little comedian, or watching Thomas, who’s only three, bossing everyone around, marvelling at how Callum, 10, can be so calm, when eight-year-old Sophie is a whirlwind, or I’m trying to find teddy-mad Kelsey, six, under a heap of stuffed toys. Or when I’m cuddling baby James… especially then.…