When I look at my children, I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am. I met the man of my dreams at 19, and with open hearts and no real game plan, we began building the life we have together. We had no idea if we'd be a couple for a year or 50, but we knew that we related to each other on a level neither of us had ever related to anyone. The first night we talked we stayed up 4 am telling each other every secret we had. Both of us opened up with things we never knew we'd share with another person. I remember every moment of falling in love, struggling through tough times, taking our vows and bringing our children into the world.
I remember the early years of our relationship, when as an interracial couple, we found out the hard way that not everyone approved of our love because my husband is black and I am white. I remember that for the most part, when we places in our early years, we encountered so many loving people. From a random man that shouted out the window, "The Lord will bless you if you marry that girl" to the older couple who bought us dessert at Old Ebbitt Grill on July 4, 2002 because they loved overhearing us discuss politics. Some people didn't approve of us dating. Some people didn't approve of our marriage. Some people don't approve of our family. But at the end of the day, we don't need their approval to love each other, love our children and to be a strong, close-knit family. Our marriage, our children, our lives together are protected by the law. We are legally married, and we are afforded certain financial and physical protections because of that.