We are home. Carrying Benedict out of the hospital was up there with the two most emotional walks of my life, quite literally walking in the opposite direction down a corridor to my only ever walk with Freddie. With my back to the door of that room. Going home.
I don’t think either of us could quite believe it. I don’t think I’ve ever known both of us so similarly emotionally affected by something. It was an incredible day. And now we are home and sometime in the next few weeks, Benedict will become ‘one of the kids’. With stuff. And his spot. And things he does which are him and which we will look back on and say ‘yes, you were like that right from the start’.
He’s all here, all that potential and character and individual-ness. And this time we get to enjoy it.