One minute we were sat having coffee.. the next it was raining sparrows!
From Childhood we are told to hold on. Hold on to Mums hand, Hold on to the pushchair, hold on to your ball ....
Overwhelmed with a mixture of childish excitement, and a grown up sense of gratitude I went upstairs clutching my stocking...
For the love of Simon.
Each little step was a tearful ,joyful reminder of how far he'd come.. how far we had all come.