our fine state decided that gays like us can get married, so we are. in 2 days.
i’m nervous. we were SO HOT last time…really in our prime. which was, um, 7 years ago. this is what we are calling our fat wedding.
it’s exciting. mostly. i don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but i feel like we already did this. i feel married. so we are getting married, legally, which is so amazing, but it will be a change for us in some ways. currently we don’t have to report both of our incomes as a family, so we have qualified, at various times, for services we will not qualify for as a dual income married couple. i was having some mixed feelings about this, but then we went into the county clerk’s office to file for our license and i almost started crying. the staff was so lovely, welcoming, happy to see us. it felt odd to be treated so…equally. every time i read this (which we put on the wedding invitation) i get all weepy:
“Furthermore, in contrast to earlier times, our state now recognizes that an individual’s capacity to establish a loving and long-term committed relationship with another person and responsibly to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual’s sexual orientation, and, more generally, that an individual’s sexual orientation — like a person’s race or gender — does not constitute a legitimate basis upon which to deny or withhold legal rights. We therefore conclude that in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples.”
— Chief Justice Ronald M. George, California Supreme Court
and so it goes. legally. we are having a potluck (and our friends are foodies so it should be GOOD), and the theme is Day of the Dead. yup.
two skeleton brides atop the cake. fuschia and orange flowers. sugar skulls. our 2 beautiful kids. it really couldn’t be better. oh, and Smarty wants to be a flower boy. i have been so effing stressed out about the details today, but writing this makes me want to fall to my knees in gratitude.