Four years ago, my daughter found out that in the eyes of the law, love was not equal. Like any confused child, she came to me and asked, "Mommy, why can't girls marry girls and boys marry boys?" Then she looked up at me with sweet, innocent, little eyes and the saddest smile.
In that moment, I could swear my heart shattered.
In that moment, a lump swelled in my throat, and I thought I might choke on it.
In that moment, my eyes filled with big, fat, hot tears and it was all I could do to hold them back. It took everything I had to not break down and bawl like a baby.
Not because I feared she would grow up to fall in love with a girl.
And not because I worried she would marry that girl.
But because I wasn't sure she could marry that girl.
Today though, everything changed. Today, love won. Today, I got to sit my daughter down and tell her that she could marry whoever she wanted to when she grew up.
And it was beautiful.
The look on her face, the tears in my eyes, the joy filling both our hearts, it was perfect.
Now, do I think my daughter will grow up and marry a girl? Maybe, maybe not. Only time will tell. But at least, she has the right to. At least, she has the chance to. And either way, I will love her.
Because love is and always will be love.