It's quiet today, minus the cats howling at my ankles looking for food. The sun is out, and we have many projects around the house lined up. Zachary is off at a sleep over, Ben just rolled out of bed, and Jake has been watching cartoons.... Um... too long.

On Tuesday, the California Supreme Court will announce it's ruling on Prop 8. Not only do they rule on the legality of the proposition, they will rule on the thousands of marriages performed prior to the ballot vote.

I cannot imagine how it must feel to be one of those marriages today. If the court rules it invalid, that means they get to rip away the license you fought so hard to get? If they rule the marriages can stay, but no one else can get married, you are left in a freakish limbo, separate from the rest of the community?

To move through these next couple of days, trying to find some sense of normalcy, knowing a pivotal moment in the movement is about to take place?

I'm glad I live in Massachusetts. We've had our moments of holding our breath, and we're past it. I feel for those in California. Those radical Dads who are getting ready to make some pancakes for their kids, or the Moms who wish to ruin society pouring milk into the cereal bowls.

Because ultimately, regardless of what the courts rule, those families will still be families. With more or less legal protection. With more or less civil rights. But families no matter what.

I'm off to do my weekend bagel run. Ben now requires two, sometimes three bagels. I'm not sure if I should use a plate or a shovel. New bookshelves will be put up, another corner of the basement cleaned, and we'll have a family dinner at Walter and Allan's house.

Ribs. Mmmmm.

And through the day, I will think about my counterparts in California. History will be made. One way or another, though, they will all still be families. No one can take that away.

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