On this day it became possible all over the US for two people like my parents to legally marry. They were already together anyway, defying the ability of anyone to tell them that they could not be because they were of different “races.” And my grandparents allowed all this to happen and for the former enemy to live under their roof, husband their child, and father their grandchildren. It didn’t matter that he was a different race, or religion, or country. All that mattered was respect. Did he see and treat their daughter with respect? He did, so was welcomed into the family. I’m glad that I was born from this mother and father. They crossed the borders that divide people and knew that they were the same human beings. I’m filled with gratitude for them on this day and feel the responsibility to do what I can to cross borders in their honor.
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