Snail Mail

We got it! In the mail today. A piece of paper never felt more important. Engraved, signed, and dated with a seal. It doesn't define us. I refuse for it to define us. But how am I not to feel that much more validated by society? My head doesn't hang as low. My eyes don't dart as much. My knees don't buckle. I'll admit, we were scared it would never arrive in our mailbox. Our state is in such a state we were afraid to believe...

Why is this taking so long? We have to be patient. We should have heard something by now. These things take time. I don't think we're getting it. Don't say that. It happened in October, it's now May. They're backed up, that's all it is. That's seven months ago. Bureaucratic red tape. The whole thing's a hoax, I'm telling you. No, it's not. That's it, let's move to Iowa!

In a time when the definition of marriage is questioned daily, in a time when we in California are waiting on pins and needles for the Supreme Court's ruling, in a time when nay saying public figures go on about their own freedom of speech, while wanting to abolish others' civil rights, I received a piece of parchment in the mail. It ratifies what I know in my heart to be significant and real...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you our Marriage License!