Amy came running toward me, the sun shining behind her, golden curls fanning out in the breeze, sturdy little legs carrying her as fast as they could, a laugh bubbling out from her rosebud lips, a brilliant smile lighting up her face and crinkling her eyes. It was exactly the sort of moment I’d imagined when the nurse handed me my tiny newborn daughter three-and-a-half years ago. She flung herself into my arms…and said “hey Mum! Smell my fingers! I’ve been touching sheep poo”.