flambingo

I just wanted to let you know what it was like to be on the receiving end of this incredible gift. My partner and I arrived at City Hall at 7:00am, to discover that we were couple 213, way too far back in the line to be married in all likelihood that day. Still, we decided to stay on, showing how many of us hope to have our relationships legally recongized. It was raining, but spirits were high, despite a religious zealot with a microphone telling us what it would be like to burn in hell. Most folks treated his with humor, posing for photos like he was a character at Disneyland. Then this van pulled up and a guy jumped out asking, "are you getting married?" I must admit I was a little nervous, but we said yes. The guy popped the trunk and pulled out bouquet after bouquet - huge arrangements with so much color - every one unique. We were handed one that made us cry because it contained lisianthus, an uncommon flower that looks like an old fashioned rose. You see, Jenna and I got married five years ago. It wasn't legal, but all our friends and family were there, and it was the most beautiful day of my life. My bouquet that day was made of lisianthus. I don't know how it happened that we got a bouquet with this same flower, but it made it seem all the more magical. Those bouquets made such a difference to every one of us in line. I know I am speaking on the part of many other couples when we say it meant the world to us, reading the cards from dozens of different states, knowing that each represented someone else's life, and their choice to support ours. We never did make it to the front of the line, but we'll be back next week, and I'll be carrying that bouquet.

Kathy Booth

Where are you flambingo? Wake up. Wake up. Blog more.

Wake up honey ... we want more!

See? That's practically a deafening chorus.