Carefully fastening a bow, I made the finishing touches to my little girl’s hair.
‘All done,’ I smiled, watching her face light up as she saw herself in the mirror.
Twirling around in her pretty frock, she was beaming.
It was September 2013, and my daughter Hannah, then seven, had been given an important job - a flower girl at her dad’s wedding.
My older daughters - Rebecca, then 20, Lauren, 17, and Megan, 16 - were also playing a role in the big day, and I was so proud when I saw them standing in their gorgeous dresses.
‘If there’s one thing me and your dad got right, it was you girls,’ I smiled.
Their dad Chris, now 55, and I had met in early 1995 when I was…