Today I am grateful for:
- My husband, who agreed to become a father again for my sake, even though he didn’t really want to and he didn’t really think it would work. His bad luck is my daily joy.
- My first father, who died when I was one year old, but gave me so much of who I am — though, having never known him, I have no idea what of me is his.
- My second father, who adopted me at the age of six, having married my mother two years previously, and then raised me fully and completely as his own. His commitment was 100%, never wavering. At that age, I never realised there was anything extraordinary in that but, years later, I did, and I was stunned by what he’d done for me.