Five years ago I asked the woman I love to marry me. We have been together for well over a decade, we've seen the best and worst parts of our lives and still continued. We've outlasted many real marriages, and through the last five years my ring has been on her finger. Every year we look at each other at least half a dozen times and smile, "One day" and go about our lives. We planned it idly, playfully talking about how we'd run right to the court house, or have a small wedding tucked away with friends and family that supported us. It never really went deeper, because that 'one day' could be a dozen years from now, who knew. One day it would come, but we had no way of knowing what, we couldn't plan for a future we couldn't see.

We could go to so many other places to be married, but if we returned home we still would be just where we are now. So.. we held onto those two words, because we both know that 'one day' would eventually come. As time marched on we saw the inevitable. 'One day' became more important to us, it's hard to wait when we have watched friends get engaged and married, see the simple steps they take before taking one another's names. But still, there was a ring and a promise. One day.

This morning I woke up beside her and did what I always do, I flip on my phone and lazily go through checking things while half awake, debating getting up. And the moment my news feed came up I saw that 'one day' was 'this day'. The Supreme Court has ruled that marriage equality spans all 50 states. Funny, how a simple spattering of words have the ability to make the throat close and tears threaten to come up. This morning I woke up and can see the ring on her finger, and on my own, and know that we are no longer saying 'one day'. It's what ever day we want, it's our day. Recognized in our state and all states.