Some days begin with glitter. Others with spilled tea, missing socks, and a jug of custard that wasn’t meant to be part of breakfast.
This is a story about those days - the ones that wobble, the ones that comfort, and the ones that remind us we’re stitched together by love, memory, and the occasional meltdown. It’s about a family that doesn’t fit the mould, and a mother who’s learning that the mess is often the most beautiful part.
You’ll meet twin boys who see the world sideways and upside down (and sometimes more clearly than anyone else), a husband who anchors the chaos with quiet steadiness, and friends who arrive with glitter, honesty, and the kind of loyalty that doesn’t flinch.
This book doesn’t offer perfect endings. But it does offer truth, tenderness, and the kind of laughter that sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
So, pour yourself something warm (or sparkling). Settle in. Some days are just custard - and that’s more than enough.