Love & Marriage

Yesterday, since I was in the neighborhood, I stopped by my friends’ new house. C and K live there with their 3-year-old son and 3-and-a-half-month-old twins, and I tell ya, you walk in and the atmosphere just brims with love.

First of all, C and K have one of those relationships that, were they to break up, you would doubt your whole existence. That’s how perfect they are for each other. Each is affectionate and kind to the other. C clearly thinks K is the funniest person on the planet (arguably true). K was just mentioning how ridiculously supportive C is, that C would support her getting a forehead tattoo, if that’s what K wanted. The other day, all three kids were down for a nap, so they went out in the front yard, in the rain, and played whiffle ball together.

And their kids! I told a friend of mine recently that their 3-year-old is one of my favorite people. Not one of my favorite kids, one of my favorite people. He’s just a ball o’ energetic sweetness, and he repeats every question you ask in statement form. Me: “Do you want to sit up here next to me and snuggle on the couch?” Him: “I want to sit up here next to you and snuggle on the couch.” And he asks about me when I’m not around. I’m smitten.

So are C and K. They love their son and their twins so much. And they are just wonderful parents.

Remind me again why they’re not married? Oh, right, because our government says that, because they’re both female, they’re not allowed to.