Of course this isn’t the Father’s Day we had planned. Last year, we had a sunny picnic in the meadows. Woody ran around in the sun and Robin snuggled inside my womb.

It’s a world away from that here. But… Woody is seeming a bit more himself and certainly looks a bit better. As long as every day shows us some progress, then I’m happy. Just like every day, the sunflower keeps growing.

I want to take a moment to say – Stewart has been through it the last few years. He has been a tower of strength and reassurance during some very very dark times. Inside, he has crumbled but he has stood strong for his family.

We are so lucky to have him and even though it’s not the Father’s Day we could have ever imagined, at least Stewart got a cuddle with his favourite wee boy.

And three years ago…