by Ashley Weeks Cart
I was able to read this article on the plane flight home. A brief 10 minute respite while Courtland ate a bag of M&Ms. HEY! No judging! I promise that if you were seated anywhere near us on the flight, you’d be grateful for that chocolatey bag of treats and that 600 seconds. Just as I’m grateful that my boss handed me this article to read moments before we tore into the sweets:
To my same-sexing pals, let me say this: I know that my inability to use a set of words without irony is nothing compared to the long history of our society not allowing you to be those things. And I know that my tiny linguistic win is negligible compared with the victory you have gained in marriage equality. I apologize in advance for the accusations we all know will keep flying from the mouths of some: charges that you have somehow unsanctified the marriage institution.
But please know that for this churchgoing heterosexual, with her kids, dog, car pools, and yellow house with picket fence, you resanctified it. Please know that you revived it. Please know that when I hear you pronounce the words “wife” and “husband” so reverently, so lovingly, I remember that I can, too.
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