Driving up a canyon in the Fall and seeing the brilliant colors of the leaves, and being egocentric enough to belive that God created that scene just for me and my partner as an affirmation of his love for us.
Feeling lost, and someone helping me find myself. I remember when my partner and I met our first gay couple. We followed them around like little puppy dogs, wanting to emulate their every move and the way they expressed their love so shamelessly and confidently.
Meeting someone who feels lost... and helping them find themselves...whatever that may mean to them.
Going to my first HRC dinner in Utah, where they played "we are family" with everyone ,dancing cheering, and hugging. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks because I truly felt like family.
Experiencing pain and rejection so that I can enjoy the triumphs even more.
Just when you think you have nothing left and feel incredibly cynical (I wonder if this thread was started as a result of my self-loathing on another thread
), finding a forum and thread like this.