90 YEARS — AND THE DEFINITION OF LOVE

Hello, hello, hello!

Today my mum turns 90.

Having me as a child wasn’t easy. A gay, disabled kid growing up in a working-class, down-on-its-luck industrial town in the heart of England? That wasn’t easy for me either.

She comes from a generation that didn’t talk about disabilities. Didn’t talk about being gay. Didn’t talk much at all about difference.

But here’s what she did: she changed.

She changed her worldview so I could fit into her world. She stretched, she learned, she listened. She chose love over fear.

That’s what real love is.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Love, Rob