As the buggy bumped over the woodland track, my 18-month-old son George giggled. I glanced at my fiance Dave, 32, as he shot me, then George, such a loving look.
God, I love him, I thought.
It was February this year and Dave and I had taken George for a walk with my mum Kath, 48, in woods near our home.
Looking at Dave grinning away, you’d never have known he was terribly ill.
We lived life waiting for that call to come – and finally, it did… Shortly after birth, he’d been diagnosed with transposition of the great arteries - a congenital heart disease in which the two main blood vessels leaving the heart are reversed.
‘I’ll need a heart transplant one day,’ he’d told me when we met…
