Standing on the sidelines of Holywell Town Football Club, I wrapped my scarf around my neck.
It was September 2017, and it was turning cold.
‘Just in time for football season,’ I joked to my partner Mike, then 33.
But as my eldest, Liam, then 18, got hold of the ball, I felt a rush of excitement.
‘Go on, son!’ I yelled.
He shoots, he scores!
Proud moments like this made it all worthwhile.
As a mum to four boys, it seemed my whole life was dedicated to watching Liam and his brothers, Jack, then 16, Max, 10, and Jace, 5, play footie matches.
And things were about to get much more hectic, with Mike and I expecting again.
Another boy!
But with Liam all grown up, I knew I…
