The world I want my son to live in is a place where he can marry anyone he loves that much.
At one point, he was smitten with the lovely Claire who held his hand down the aisle as the flower girl to his ring bearer. Yesterday, he told me no matter how much the cute, curly-haired redhead with the infectious smile hugs him, he is definitely done with girls and most likely will marry a boy so they can play bad guys and Batman and chase away the girls all day. He's four. Next week, he will want to marry the dog from Martha Speaks. Regardless...and really, it is all regardless...I love the definitiveness in his voice. That gives me hope.
Whoever he grows up to be, whatever life he grows into, I want the choice of who stands beside him in front of a justice of the peace and God and his friends and our families to be his choice. And because I am getting divorced and he now has two homes and a preschooler's sensibility of what and who the ideal partner is, and because we go to a great church and quietly but still call ourselves Christian, I pray for this for him.
And for all of us.
Today, I am writing for Write to Marry Day, in support of every single person who once was a hopeful child and still carries that hope of marrying their same-sex partner.
I am not trying to get married and I am not voting on this issue. I am not a Californian. What I am is proud to join hundreds of other bloggers who believe in marriage equality and stand against California's Proposition 8. I'm with you, my friends.
Lil E and his band of merry betrothals and I are with you.
If you're not hearing what I have say, trust BadKitty. No really, she meows it soooo much better than I ever could.