It’s been an historic day already and I haven’t even been able to choke down a single cup of coffee through my tears. 
I want to remember this.
Remember how I listened to the news
DOMA is dead and Prop 8 has been dismissed by the SCOTUS.
Remember how I looked at my children.
Looked at the Peanut and the Big Kid and realized that they can love whomever they choose. Whomever they deem worthy of their love.
It’s a rare occurrence these days that I turn on the news and don’t shake my fist at the idiots in Washington. It’s rare that I don’t lament the hate, the bickering and the political bullcrap that happens on both sides.
But today I am at least hopeful. This to me feels like a flicker of hope. The spark of a flint being lit in a dark room. We are moving forward.
You can’t stop equality. You can’t stop what is right from clawing it’s way to the surface, to making itself known and proving that it is the way to think and live. Progress is slow and painful. But we will look back on the past as the dark ages, the times when we were unlearned and unlettered and hiding in the shadows of bigotry, hate and inequality.
My kids can choose. They can love anyone they want and have their love recognized. They are free to make choices that thousands of men and women have fought so hard to make. To be recognized as equals and to love each other (at least in the state of CA and 11 others plus D.C.)
There is still progress to be made but today is momentous. Because at the end of the day?
