The newspaper was open to the Life section this morning, featuring a picture of Ellen DeGeneres and her blushing bride, Portia di Rossi, all dolled up for their wedding. Portia was in a gorgeous, backless gown with a wide, tu-tu skirt of flowing tulle.
The Doodle, mouthful of banana, pointed to Portia and exclaimed, “Mummy! That’s you! You’re all dressed up!”
“That’s very flattering, sweetie, but that’s not me. That’s another lady.”
She points to Ellen and asks, “Who’s that?”
“That’s her friend. They got married.”
The Doodle sat back and considered that for a moment, and then smiled. “When I get to be big girl, I get to dressed up and I’M going to get MARRIED!” Satisfied with this announcement, she went back to noshing on her waffles.
In my mind, the significance of this conversation lit up like neon, my joy two-fold: one, that my lovely daughter might someday find her soul mate, fall in love, and live happily ever after. And two, that the concept of gay marriage will never be anything out of the ordinary to her. That it’s just two people in love, making a commitment to each other, forever.
Cheers to that!