My alarm blared angrily this morning at 6:50 am, and I rolled over annoyed, wondering why I'd be getting up so early on the first day of summer as a teacher.
Until it dawned on me that one of my good friends and co-workers was marrying his partner of nineteen years today.
So instead of grumbling at the alarm, I got up, eager, nervous, confused to see what history would happen.
I parked at the County Administration Center, and noticed the inspiring architecture, the beautiful layout amid grassy lawns and in front of beautiful historical ships in an azure harbor. It seemed like a perfect space and a great time to change history.
People were milling about, nervous and excited, and couples were holding hands, tears spilling down cheeks as the promise and hope of a legal future challenged and energized them.
I've not always been a fan of same-sex marriage, and as a young Republican activist in the 1990's I was rather anti-gay, a fact my mother reminded me when I told her I was driving down to the County.
"Funny how Jesus changes people's minds," she said. "I'm glad he did."
I thought all these things as I stopped at a lone protester holding a sign speaking about Christ and salvation. I wanted to say so many things; I wanted to say I used to think that way, I wanted to say I feel compelled by Jesus' love for me to try to love others in a meaningful way, I wanted to say that this seemed the wrong place to make a stand when so many other broken issues cried out.
But all I could do was look at him and say, "God bless you, sir."
He blinked, and stammered, "God bless you too," and suddenly looked rather deflated by the whole process. I wonder if he thought at all about what those four words meant.
I watched my friends, partners for nineteen years, step into their first legally-recognized relationship, hand in hand, down the steps, and in front of a kindly, round faced bespectacled county officer, who helped navigate the words and symbols of legalese and ceremony as they morphed into expressions of domestic partnership.
I watched them hug each other, cry, squeeze hands softly, kiss, then hop on their matching scooters and drive off, married after two decades.
And I realized, my views had changed so much, and I stood in favor, very much of equal legal statuses for all Americans, and more importantly, how much I loved my friends.
Thanks San Diego Admin Center, for being a place of openness and understanding. read more