‘He loved being a dad’ The front door opened and my husband Dave walked in from work, his arms outstretched. ‘Come here little man,’ he said, as I handed him our seven-week-old son, Christopher. It was June 2015 and it was always like this when Dave came home – the children came first. He simply loved being a dad.
When we’d first met in September 2002, I’d had Michael, then two, Brendan, one, and Owen, five months, from a previous relationship. Dave’s first reaction was to smile. ‘Fantastic,’ he said and, as the months passed and our relationship blossomed, he’d treated them as his own.
After three years together, we had our own daughter, Shannon, in Feb 2005, followed by Amy a year later. We married and went on to…
