Of course it’s a horrible cliche that love conquers all. I’m not sure I’d agree with that, but I certainly know that love has done so much for me in the last few months, and particularly this week.
Love comes in Makaton lessons that help a grandmother communicate with her youngest grandchild.
Love comes in an acre of chocolates sent to save this committed vegetarian from a bacon sandwich.
Love comes from another mother on the playground who held my hand while I struggled not to cry in front of the children.
Love comes in a list of DIY jobs done by a friend despite running a marathon the day before.
Love comes from friends who share my fundraising page with others, and their friends who donate despite never having met me.
Love comes from my dear husband who, despite being shell-shocked himself, can make the world seem simpler and better with just a few sentences.
Love comes from a big brother who wants Pudding to go to his school so he can still see him during the day.
And love comes in a little boy who takes such joy in dancing and singing round the living room trailing a streamer of loo paper he has just filched from the bathroom. A boy who can make us smile and laugh even now.