So, tomorrow, we set off on the next part of our great adventure. Fifteen years ago, we met. Thirteen years ago, we had our Civil Union performed in Vermont, because they were the only ones doing that at that point in time. Now, thirteen years later, we’re going back to get married.
And we’re driving. So it’s a long way from Nowhere, Kentucky, but not too terribly awful. We’re planning a few days to get from point A to point B, then a few days stay at point B during which we’ll get married, and then a few days back from point B to point A. And then, even here in Nowhere, Kentucky, we’ll be legally married.
My grandson will never know a world where his two grandpas couldn’t get legally married. Just that one fact will make his entire life experience so very different from mine. His entire outlook will never encompass a world where someone he loves is, by law, treated differently from everyone else due to prejudice. It just won’t factor in.
But the political message really has nothing to do with what we’re doing. We made our vows thirteen years ago. They still stand. All the rest is just words and titles and legal terms. The love is what is real and the love is what matters and the love is what finally, finally wins.