Well I didn't know what to expect when I arrived at the church. The last time I was there was when I was like 10 years old going to Vacation Bible School. A flood of memories came rushing back and my wife grabbed my hand and said, "Ok, here we go." We walked in, and I signed our names in the guest register and began the introductions. I introduced my wife to all my aunts, and uncles that were there. One uncle never comes to anything. They were all happy to see me, hugged me and then I said, "I have someone I want you to meet. This is my wife, Rebecca." Now their expressions went from smile to shock in about 30 seconds flat, but I didn't get thrown out. I guess my mother was too disgusted seeing me with my wife, that she just couldn't say goodbye to me and decided to leave before I could say anything. Or my aunts got ahold of her and asked her about me. I guess I am one big embarrassment to my mom. It's her problem in my opinion.
The rebel part of me wanted to post a big sign in the front yard of that Baptist church that said, "Marriage equality for all". But I didn't. I wish I would have.
If everyone cared and nobody cried, if everyone loved and nobody lied, if everyone shared and swallowed their pride, we'd see the day when nobody died. IF EVERYONE CARED/Nickelback