The day J & I picked up our marriage license, almost five years ago, the San Francisco courthouse was filled with people getting married. It was right as same-sex marriage was made legal (the first time). There were two women, both dressed in 1920s vintage gowns, walking down the main staircase having just tied the knot. Their daughter was with them—she was maybe seven—and she tossed flowers all around them.
I am happy for so many people today, and I am happy for the past 18 hours’ worth of sensible legal and legislative events, but I keep thinking about that beautiful, madly in love couple, and I am still so happy for them.
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