October 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
He remembers seeing me across the church aisle and thinking that he should probably focus on the sermon rather than the cute girl. (Is that how you remember it, Ben?) I remember walking up to a boy in a yellow Carhartt hooded sweatshirt and shoving out my hand to introduce myself. I remember those moments after church, after we had gotten to know each other a little bit, when we’d say hello and talk about our weeks, perhaps ever so slightly longer than I would with a casual acquaintance. I remember strategically sitting on an empty couch at Bible study in hopes he would sit by me, and linger by the door a little longer so we could talk on our way out. And here’s where things get really steamy: we both remember sitting next to each other during an annual church meeting, talking about tithing, and feeling the sparks fly between us. (Clearly, we are meant for each other.) It was a couple of months before he asked for a date, and it just so happened our first date landed on Halloween. I was Lady Gaga, he was Mister Rogers. I remember riding in his car with my blonde wig, purple eyelashes, and dress made out of a mattress pad and bubble wrap and how strange it felt to feel so comfortable.
This is our story (well, just the story of our beginning), but it’s also a story about two people who fell in love, who decided they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, and who are now planning a wedding and a life together. It’s the kind of story I want all of my friends to be able to share. Not just the straight ones, but the gay ones too.
I’ve been a supporter of gay marriage for years, but it wasn’t until the recent engagement that I experienced a sense of discomfort that some of my friends might not be able to have this same thing in their own relationships. Marriage is a good thing — and it should be a good thing available to everyone.
Please join me in Voting No and attending Ten Reasons to Go, One Reason to Give tomorrow night.