Love and Marriage

Last night, as I combed Miguel's hair after his bath, he said, "I don't want you and Mãe to fight." I didn't remember Luisa and I fighting at any point during the day. We might have bickered about something but I couldn't specifically recall that either. It happens, though. We argue. We disagree. We have our moments but I explained to him that people who love each other can disagree and still love each other.  He said, "Good because I don't want you to get 'd-e-v-o-r-s-e-d'", channelling a spelling-impaired Tammy Wynette. Then, he said, "You can't really get divorced because you can't get married but you know what I mean." He thinks about marriage. He is acutely aware that his parents cannot legally marry. Sometimes, it seems to matter to him. Sometimes, it is simply fact. Last night, I reminded him that his parents had been together for 16 years, that we had been through hard times together, that we love each other very much. This was enough. In our lives, love is a certainty.  Today, the California Supreme Court will announce its decision on Prop 8 at 10 a.m. PST. Eighteen thousand people are waiting to hear if their marriages will continue to be legally recognized and many more wait with them. No matter what decision comes down, it doesn't change the love. I truly believe that love conquers all. The only question is how long will it take for the victory.

UPDATE: The California Supreme Court upheld Prop 8. Onward, my friends, onward...