First let me say that I love you. You provide my life with four beautiful seasons, great scenery and there are no hurricanes or major earthquakes here. This is a big win for me as earthquakes are on my Top Five All-Time Scariest Shit Ever list. I loved growing up here in Ohio. There is a lot of small town love and the opportunity for big city fun. I love you, Ohio. But, Ohio? We still have a problem.
This week marriage equality became a very real possibility in Kentucky.
Kentucky. (No offense, Kentucky. But...Kentucky!)
OMG, Ohio. WTF.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of my babies getting married someday. I'd be lying if I said it was just a few times too. I'd also be lying if I told you that I knew the kind of person they will choose to spend their lives with. I cannot make those kinds of assumptions.
I will say that I have blurry visions of wedding dresses and tuxedos and white Christmas lights ( because that means fancy) and flowing wine and dancing. But I have no idea who will be wearing what or if they will actually choose these traditional clothes for the day they take the leap.
If they choose to take the leap, of course.
It is human to desire companionship. We are social beings. We feel love deeply. We are drawn by nature to connect. To be with. But there is no telling and there are no rules about the who. Well, not basic human rules. There still are your bullshit rules, of course, Ohio.
I know that whoever the lucky son of a biscuit is that gets to spend their days with my babies will be loved by us. Not for what they look like. Or their race. Or their creed. Or their citizenship. Or their gender. Or height. Or their possible bad dye job.
Ohio, I will love them. Will you?
They will be loved by us because they love our baby. They will be loved because they chose our amazing child to be with. They will be loved because they made the best choice possible. They will be loved because I'm a big fan of loving love.
So, come on, Ohio. Stop being ridiculous.
True story: This one time on Facebook, a lady came along and told me to pull my pants up and sit down when she didn't like my thoughts on the Duck Dynasty "scandal". I giggled because...what?! Then I figured out that she meant I was "showing my ass" which is an antique turn of phrase that apparently people use to tell you you are an idiot or something. Any and all that... I think it applies here. You are showing your ass, Ohio. Pull up your pants and get with the program.
I mean, I can't even believe we are still talking about this. So let's stop. Let's just let people marry who they want. It's not that far away and we both know it.
Love (for all the people),