We were driving to the mountains to cut down a Christmas tree when Owen told us about his plans for the future.
Owen: Are Ken and Rick married?
Mama: Ken and Rick have lived together a long time, and they love each other, but our state doesn’t allow them to marry.
Daddy: Who will you marry, Owen?
Owen: I don’t know.
Daddy: You could marry your friend, Sophia.
Owen: No, Daddy. Not Sophia.
Mama: What about Noel or Ireland?
Daddy: You could marry Sophie, or what about, Roman?
Owen: Roman! That’s silly, Daddy. I’m not gay!
Daddy: Who would you like to marry, Owen?
Owen: I’m not going to get married. When you and Mama get old and die, I’m going to live here in the house with Errol.
1 comment:
this is amazing. I just read it, two days before Christmas. It is a fitting Christmas blog entry. Love, love, love come down. This is so touching. It made me cry.
Peter
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