It's Called Love, Baby

Today is a really, really good day. I didn't know this news was coming. I am awful at keeping up with the going-ons in the world because I hate listening to the news and about a lot of things political and worldy I don't have an informed opinion, so I shut up. I'm often embarrassed by this. I'm learning. I do however have an opinion about same-sex love and marriage. A big one.  This is a mountain I am willing to die on.

I saw the news come across this morning - Same Sex Marriage is a Right, Supreme Court Rules - and jumped up in my office and screamed "YES!" YES, YES, YES. Fuck yes.

Just yesterday, on our ride home from summer camp, Alma asked me if I knew what it was called when a boy likes a boy or a girl likes a girl.

I asked, "What do you mean, what is it called, honey?"

She said, "Like, do you know if it has a name?"

I didn't hesitate. I don't know how to answer 90% of questions this kid throws at me, but this was an easy one.

I said, "Yes. It's called love, baby." 

"That's it?"

"Yes. That's it."

She paused a moment. I looked in my rear view mirror and our eyes met. 

"OK," she said, and turned her gaze out the window, toward the ocean. The warm breeze blew her hair back out of her eyes as she took a sip of her Slurpee.

That's it. That's the beginning and end of the story. It's called love, baby.