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This is me and Jeff. We're lying on the floor of the Great Hall at the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne.

Jeff is wise. He’s kind. He’s uproariously funny. He’s super smart. He’s resourceful. He’s a proud Māori man. He’s my confidant. He sees me. He loves me. All this and he’s got dance moves that make me look and feel every bit of the middle-aged white boy Dad that I am.

We agreed when we became official that we each needed to be our own authentic selves before we could be an us:

He is him.

I am me.

We are us.

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