On our way back from Kohl's this afternoon, my daughter asked me if she can ask a question. She always says, "Mom, may I ask a question?" I don't quite know why because I always tell her yes. We have an open policy on questions at our home. We'd rather have her ask.
"Was Mr. Don married?"
"Well, Mr. Don was engaged to a woman he loved very much and she passed away."
"Was Mr. Glenn married?"
"He was. He loved her very much."
"I don't know."
"But what about Mr. Don and Mr. Glenn? Do they love each other?"
"Very much. There are people who marry different people. There are women who marry men. There are men who marry women. There are men who love men and women who love women, but because of what the bible says about men and women getting married, in many states, these people who love each other very much cannot get married and I think that's very sad." That was the end of the conversation at that point. K is the kind of kid to chew on information for a while, then to have questions a day or two later.
I did call Don to let him know how I handled the conversation. We knew that the conversation of Mr. Don and Mr. Glenn would show up at some point. She loves them very much and spends time with them, being a hired hand to help around the house and so forth. He thanked me and said that he thought I handled it very well.
Mr. Don and Mr. Glenn? They would very much love to get married. Maybe someday the State of Ohio will recognize their union. Until then, they sit in wait. When that day comes, what a party that will be and all three of us will be there to share in their joy.