I read somewhere…that if you want to have a successful blog then you should never, ever post anything that discusses religious or political beliefs. I think that’s bullshit. What is the point of having a platform such as this if you’re not going to be honest, open and vulnerable to the friends, family and strangers reading it.
With that…I want to admit that I have been an ungrateful and self-absorbed little brat in regard to Andrew and I’s upcoming wedding. Those of you who know me personally, those who stalk my Facebook, those who just read this blog and even strangers on the street have probably heard me complain about this wedding at least once. I have bitched about the money being spent, the time and effort, attendance, the weather and the all around “exhaustion” that one feels as they try to make it all come together. People everywhere are congratulating me as the day comes closer and I just sigh and say, “I just hope the weather is nice that day…” This afternoon Andrew and I set off for the courthouse to obtain our marriage license…another “annoying task” that I just didn’t feel we had time for. The security guard in the courthouse pointed us in the direction of the office we needed with a “Congratulations” and a big smile…I hardly smiled back. The room was filled with other couples, just like Andrew and I, hurriedly filling out paperwork…paperwork that consisted of one page asking us for Names, birth-dates, etc. We were called up to the desk right away, we handed over our already filled out information (thanks Andrew) as well as our ID’s. We raised our right hands responded to the woman’s 5 word oath and we walked out of there with a marriage license less than 5 minutes after we arrived. Five minutes…that is all it took for Andrew and I to be granted a right that so many people don’t have. We fell in love with someone of the opposite sex and so, we are lucky enough to be legally bound in marriage. Bullshit. Same-sex marriage is not something I am only just recently beginning to support; I have always maintained the belief that two people no matter their sexual orientation should be granted the right to be married. But, something about seeing the legal process…the barbaric simplicity behind it… just makes me angry, and it makes me ashamed. I have been blatantly taking this right for granted; not only taking it for granted but verbalizing my distaste for the whole process, meanwhile thousands of people are just hoping that one day they will be granted the right to marry the person they love in their hometown.
Basically, what I am trying to say is…this wedding could go down in flames, a torrential downpour might interrupt our first dance, an uncle could get too drunk and steal the microphone, the rings could go missing, I might be exhausted and bloated and ugly…but at the end of that day I will be recognized by the state of Nebraska as being joined in marriage to the love of my life and for that I will just be damn grateful.