Miracles are everywhere. This month . . . June of 2015 and the right to marry anyone you love is one of them. *Small wave of rainbows across the land of the free.*

Alleluia.

In my favorite tome, A Course in Miracles, it states early on, “Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.”

Later on the same page, it states, “Prayer is the medium of miracles.”

As a member of the LGBT community and a person of faith, I have been a fervent prayer for many things. The right to marry the person I love is one of them. The fact that we are of the same sex has been the voice of unconscious conflict and hate for a million years. But, Heather and I both know that we’ll just have to forgive the people who bear the false perception that you can separate love and keep it in a box for only one kind of way. And, that is exactly what we have been doing and will be doing: forgiving the sleepy eyes of hatred and exalting the open eyes of peace.

But not in a million years . . . in just two short weeks, we now get to say, “I do.” Legal shpegal and all. In a church with a real marriage license and with all of the good friends and people I love in my community.

I wanted to thank some people.

First, I want to thank the Supreme Court for falling silent last fall. A silence which has sounded the largest wedding bell in LGBT history.

Secondly, I want to thank Virginia, my home state, for saying, “yes.” After all, Virginia is for lovers and that motto seems more firm now.

Thirdly, I want to thank our President and all of the LGBT miracle-minded thinkers over the last fifty years. Harvey Milk, thank you, for giving us more voice, more courage, and more -umph to add to our “try.”

Next, The Stonewall rebellion in 1969. I was only three years old, but thank you to all of those people who stayed in their right minds and said “no thank you” to marginalization.

Next, I want to thank the young men and women around the world still hanging on to their loves in spite of many countries who still execute them for their “sin.”

I want to, really, thank Heather for saying yes . . . “yes” I will marry you when I was laid up in a hospital bed five years ago, certain I would die from a terrible fracture to my leg. In that moment of asking her and her saying “yes,” I felt no pain. Nothing. Even though my tibia was nearly sticking out of my skin and my fibula had been crushed. She held me with her loving eyes and said, “yes.” It was December 21st, 2009. All I can remember from that moment was no pain. No pain. None.

The miracle has always been Heather for me. She is what I have prayed for. She has saved me a million times over.

I love you, Heather. You are my girl. Soon, you will be my wife . . . my partner in life. Of course, you always have been, haven’t you?

Thank you to all that came before . . . all who are here now . . . and all who are to come. The miracle of right-mindedness has come.

Later, than sooner. But, that will do.

All my love,

Ruth