- Sitting on the couch when you were 9 and asking why it’s such a big deal that some boys like boys and some girls like girls and your mom shrugging her shoulders and saying, “love is love.”
- Watching highlights from the 1993 March on Washington with a group of college friends, noting that one of them has a really cute smile.
- Scream-singing “Closer I Am To Fine” later than night at an Indigo Girls Concert and realizing that cute smile is directed at you.
- Buying your first rainbow necklace at We’re Everywhere, convinced that hidden cameras would somehow alert your parents.
- Buying your first mountain bike at Outspok’n, slapping a rainbow flag on the frame and riding along Belmont with that girl with the cute smile.
- Directing your first play – a lesbian romantic comedy – because you saw it at Bailiwick and are inspired to recreate it in Chambana.
- Buying a condo with cute-smile girl, then a house which you would later fill with children.
- Hearing your first son answer the question “who’s the other lady” with “my other mom” without skipping a beat.
- Watching your second son forgive as easily as he smiles, whether it’s an errant soccer ball or a bite from his sister. His smile is cute, just like his mom’s.
- Noting that your daughter’s fierce ability to hold her own with 2 older brothers is both inspiring and terrifying when you consider what her teenage years will be like.
- Being a part of this beautiful, wonderful, crazy family, created and sustained by love.
I am so grateful for the path that has led us this far, and exited for the journey ahead.