He came into our lives with jet black hair receiving the name of Jacob Miles … but that only lasted for about five minutes because the second I looked from Rhys to my husband, without a word we knew that was not who he was. The name however did not go to waste, as we christened a second arrival to our home with that name a month later, and he is quite happy about it.

I look out the window and see a black car pull into the driveway. Getting up, I walk to the front door and open it to welcome my son home from school. His driver opens the back door and two dark green wellies climb out of the car. His trousers are tucked inside protecting the ends from the dirt of the ground. Rhys runs up to me, a smile spanned across his face, and I

“Rhys, all finished?” I ask as he stands up in the bath. I lift him out and wrap him in a grey cocoon, rubbing him up and down to dry him off. He is totally consumed in the towel, with the only visible body part being his big blue eyes poking out from the folds. “Rhys pyjamas” I say, pointing to the clothes I have laid out on the landing. Each piece in the same

Mummy, Rhys pulled my hair” shouts a little voice from the other room. I run in quickly. Rhys and his sister are both seated at the computer watching their favourite show – Peppa Pig. Rhys continues to watch the show with a face of innocence, but I know he did it. He gets annoyed at fluffy stuff, and hair that is not pulled back neatly into a pony, and tossles down a three year olds

We have a little toy keyboard, which we got as one of the very first presents when children filled our house. It has sat in the music box and still gets pulled out from time to time for a bit of a living room jam. From before Rhys could walk, he has been attracted to music, he played the keyboard key by key with meticulous precision, in comparison to his siblings who did the standard