This week one of my co-workers is getting married to her partner. She is so excited. They’ve been together forever, but finally they can have a real wedding. She’s excited and giddy and cute in a totally not-her kind of way. I’m not one for weddings. My husband and I eloped. But this wedding, this one feels special to me: fragile and new and filled with hope that things are changing.
We’ll be in her performance review together when my phone will buzz. I’ll check, because I always check. My kid might be sick. There might be an emergency at work. This time the message will be from the Washington Post. It will announce that the Supreme Court has decided that marriage between two adults who love each other is A-Okay whether you are a man and a woman, a woman and a woman, or a man and a man. (The message will be much more professional in it’s phrasing.) I will tear up. I will show her the note. She will tear up.
We will celebrate together that for the first time there isn’t a question if her relationship or my relationship is more official. We will both know that if our spouse is sick we will be able to visit him/her in any emergency room in any state because she/he will be recognized as our spouse. We will know that when our spouse dies or we die our assets will go to our partner automagically. We will have the same hard choices if our marriage doesn’t work out.
I hope that the Supreme Court makes law what I know in my heart to be true. Adults who love each other and are willing to commit their lives to each other deserve the same rights and recognition regardless of the individual’s genders. I hope I can tell my daughter someday about this week with pride and joy. We are at a crossroads and I hope we go the right way.