part of the reason my last couple of years have been so great is DPants. hes my awesome boyfriend whom i love and adore and wholeheartedly believe i will spend the rest of my life with (corny i know, but hey, when you know you know). itll be our 2 year anniversary in april, which we are celebrating with a trip overseas together (our first yet! our first holiday alone together, we've been away with my parents before.) we live together, for almost a year now and things are just getting better and better every day. sure we have little issues that may pop up from time to time, but we're so happy that nothing gets in our way. i love him and he loves me.
(top & bottom left - me before the surgery. middle - me about 11 mths after. right - me now)
i have an older sister, A and a younger brother, T. i know i mentioned how awesome my parents are in one of recent posts, so ill try not to harp on about them too much! but they are seriously awesome aswell of course. (told you i think my family is awesome) A is 2 years older then me, and is seriously the smartest person i know. she taught herself how to read using mums cookbooks before she was even 4 and went on to be the smartest person at our schools. she was dux in year 12, and has been at uni doing her masters in Mathematics, specialising in Statistics, while working for a child health research organisation in our city. she spent a year living in switzerland after school, on student exchange. she even taught herself how to speak german before she left, and repeated year 12 in german while she was there. and she still kicked ass in her grades. shes amazing and quirky and smart and so wonderfully weird. i dont think im very good at expressing how awesome i think she is, we didnt get along very well while we were teenagers, being so different and all. but the last few years i think im getting better at showing my appreciation to her.
my darling little bro T is also amazing. hes 18. but hes different. he was born with cerebral palsy, and has other disabilities (including being blind) on top of that. he has never and will never be a "normal" kid, but we love him just the same. i was only 8 when T was born, so hes "normal" to me. i was always aware that he wasnt like everyone else, obviously, but i think us being young when he was born helped us "get used" to it easier. of course we do, hes our bro. hes great to be around, despite all his disabilities, he has always been a very happy kid, and such a joy to be around. he brings a smile to all our faces, and has the best smile himself. he has health issues, and occasionally he scares the bejesus out of us when he ends up in hospital, but he always pulls through. he makes everyone around him happy and all his aides, his teachers, his friends and our family friends are always telling us how much they love him and love spending time with him. my mum (and dad of course, but he works shift work and isnt always there for the nitty gritty stuff) is his main caregiver and i dont think anyone in this world could have done a better job. we are always getting so many compliments on mum and taylor and how our whole family has dealt with our "situation". of course, we wouldve loved a cure, and loved for him to have a better life. but its not possible, so our main goal as a family has always been to keep him healthy and happy and keep our whole family happy and healthy together. my parents have always made sure me and A didnt suffer or miss out on anything in any way, simply because we have a disabled brother. and i truly believe we havent, and if anything, our lives have been better. more richer, more appreciative of our family. we're all very close, not that we always were, me and my sister were teenage girls stuck in the same house for a few years afterall! but now, since we're not living at home with mum and dad, or living together, we all get along alot better, and we have a hugely supportive, fun and loving family life.
ahhhh given myself all fuzzy feelings talking about my family like that.