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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.