Today started out normal. I was almost late for my volunteering shift at a local AIDS non-profit. i had some avocado on toast on the way there.
Today turned magical pretty fast.
Around 9:30 a.m., I hear from the kitchen of the place I volunteer at “Kim! Turn on NPR!”
I had no idea why. I’d apparently been living under a rock. Today, the Supreme Court would rule on gay marriage in California.
It took us about 30 minutes to figure out what station NPR was, and then it was jazz. The internet was down, so we couldn’t keep an eye on that.
A little after 10 a.m., the Internet came back up and I heard another shout. We all piled behind a desk and read the story on the Sacramento Bee.
It was legal. A narrow 4-3 vote. We stared in disbelief, then I saw two of the people who work there hug.
Oh my God.
He started crying. Then there were frantic calls. I stayed, looking at the screen, reading the whole story. One of the men said his boyfriend was coming home soon.
“We might just go to the courthouse Monday.”
I smiled. Such a simple thing, a piece of paper. Yet it means so much to so many.