Friday was Emma’s first birthday. A day that was so special but a day that I know she will never remember. Which I love, because it means I will not have any children that remember a world where you couldn’t love and marry whomever you damn well wanted to. Love is love is love.

Friday was Emma’s first birthday. A day that was so special but a day that I know she will never remember. Which I love, because it means I will not have any children that remember a world where you couldn’t love and marry whomever you damn well wanted to.

Love is love is love.

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