One half of the A team, My Poopie
He captured my heart, body and mind from a young age. This year he has truly captured my soul. He dances to the beat of his own drum, which is different to most. He lives in the now and is full of endless energy (seriously!) and abundant happiness. Some people find it too much, but I think it is just right. His hasn’t lost his ‘inner child’ even with all that has happened and is still incredibly passionate about everything he does in life. (trees, fishing, family, surfing, me)
He never wanted to be a ‘normal’ couple, which suited me fine. We lived very independently until we moved to the UK, when we had to rely on each other. It shifted our relationship from childhood sweethearts to grown up couple. I had never felt deep joy until the day we got married. I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry, so I did both. It was the strongest, most intense feeling I had ever experienced and I wanted to relive it over and over again.
He knows me better than most, he knows the real me. He also knows/believes I will get better. He actually doesn’t believe I am sick. His attitude, strength and outlook on life have amazed me. Having him by my side is sometimes all I need. Early on in my healing journey I told my mum I wouldn’t be able to move forward if it wasn’t for him. It might sound silly but sometimes I think that all I need to get better is for his touch and love and it will be gone, that’s how strong I feel our bond is. Maybe John Lennon (and Uncle Pete) was right. All you need is love.