We finally got around to getting married in 2015, after my cancer diagnosis, when I was fretting about Kevin having all the rights he’d need to take care of me and the kids if I got really sick.
We’d been together for 23 years at that point, had two kids, bought a house together. Getting married didn’t change anything between us, but it did change our legal status in the eyes of society, and that gave me some peace of mind as I headed into a long and often brutal year of treatment.
Not that long ago, before Loving vs. Virginia (June 12, 1967), our marriage would have been illegal.
Happy Loving Day.