I’ve been waiting for today’s SCOTUS rulings alongside
everyone else, but I honestly had no idea how strongly it would affect me when
the decisions were heard.
I rolled out of bed, dragged myself to the couch, and
collapsed in a heap next to Catch still wearing my nightie. It was 6:55 am Pacific Time, and I knew the
decisions were coming momentarily. I
wanted to hear, but I also really needed to get ready for work.
Before I could get up, they made the announcement. DOMA has been overturned. I started to cry.
I continued my happy crying:
– while they announced the Prop 8 decision
-while I danced with my wife in our living room
-while I got ready for work
-and while I sat in rush hour traffic listening to Pandora,
who, incidentally, managed to fill my commute with all of the right songs for happy crying
I didn’t anticipate the tears, nor did I anticipate this
immense feeling of relief. We didn’t have to get angry this morning. We didn’t have to shrug it off. We don’t have to sit here muttering about how
we’ll get it next time. It’s a fantastic
To celebrate this momentous occasion, I got my period. For real. In a little while, I get to call Pacific Reproductive
Services, order some sperm and let them know that this cycle is on.
The first person to burst my bubble today has to buy my
coffee for the rest of the year.