This issue has had me on the verge of tears for days. And sometimes I’ve gone over the verge. Why?

The feeling is immediate. I don’t have to think myself into it by imaginging that I’d been prevented from marrying my wife for 25 years. The feeling isn’t connected to any particular friends who are getting married. Yet it’s got a direct line to my heart.

The best I can figure, it’s about hope. Here is something I never thought would happen in my lifetime. And it isn’t just an issue like legalizing marijuana. This is about a deep cultural prejudice (IMO) against one of the forms love takes. With the bang of a gavel, it’s done. A set of people have been embraced by the law and will, I believe, be embraced by our neighborhoods as well.

All that I hope for is finding expression in this one moment of liberation. If gays can marry, who knows what else is possible? What other freedoms might we grant? What other ways might we find to accept love?

I think that’s why today I’m crying at the weddings of strangers.

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