Four years ago, the day after the 2012 elections, I awoke to the news that Maryland had become the first state in the United States to allow same-sex marriage by popular vote (not from a court ruling) — through a process of defeating an ugly referendum that was attempting to overturn a law that the Maryland legislature had passed earlier in the year.
It was that morning, four years ago, that I knew for certain that I could actually get married. Who woulda thunk?
So after preparing breakfast for my spouse, I got down on a knee, held his hand, looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes and asked,
…”now that the referendum has been defeated and the law will take effect January 1, will you marry me?”
My then-partner looked at me, smiled, and said, “well of course, silly!”
In context, yes, it was sort of a silly question. We knew that we would marry once the law in the state where we lived changed to permit it. But we really did not think it would happen in our lifetime with so much anger, hate, and disagreement out there — especially by those who claim to be Christians but who were among the most vocal against it. I just could not abide by the hypocrisy — sure, “love your fellow man,” but don’t allow him to marry the man he loves. Oh well, I have ranted about that hypocrisy often.
As usual, my spouse and I did things a little backwards. We did not go shopping for rings until the day before we had our marriage ceremony. Unlike others, when I got down on my knee, I did not open a ring box and surprise him with it. Instead, I asked one simple question, “will you marry me?”
And I have been silly happy ever since.
Happy proposal-versary, Spouse!
Life is short: show those you love how you love them, and honor marriage as an eternal commitment among two people who love one another.