Year one – full of change, adjustment, learning, commitment, sacrifice, and joy. I can say that I love my wife even more than the day we were married. I did not know that was possible, but yes, it certainly is.
The freedom to write and be creative is exactly that - letting the words and ideas fall onto the page. Writing poetry about emotion has been...fun. My imagination connects with my soul and it feels like I am speaking my true self.
Therapy is hard (on both sides). Yet, it’s had a profound impact on my life – from realizing how I process grief to understanding my own identity to working through pain and while growing and adapting to marriage. My hope for the future is that everyone has the access and the right to find their own space for recovery and restoration in the world.
The key to starting traditions, I think, is to simultaneously make them meaningful and simple. You want to follow through with them and you also want them to be reflective of who we are as a family.
6 months to go - I can hardly believe it. There is still much to be done, yet, I feel so joyful at all that we have created and all that will come together this August. My heart is full.
An important step that we did want to include was engagement photos. Photos, we recognize, are like tangible artifacts that represent a season of life. We wanted to honor this experience, and we wanted a way to remember this exciting season of not yet married, but very much committed.
Whatever you think about LGBTQ+ people, understand that your opinion does not carry more weight than the right for that person to exist. Their story is just as important as yours.
There is something about watching love manifest between two people, especially in their interactions. It is both inspiring and soothing.
Love is more than just something to hope for, it is something to be felt, to be shared, to be cultivated. I do this better with Chelsea in my life and if that isn’t a reason to marry someone, I don’t know what is.
She has filled the spaces of my life and it’s like glue in all the cracks, bringing it all together in a beautiful mosaic. Irrevocably, our lives are intermingled and that is the change I see the most.
This year, I've learned some important things, and I feel motivated to share. The truth is, we're all always learning - can you see it? Can you notice it? Do you allow it to change you? It's in these places that we grow and we can become consistently, fully ourselves.
You see, the path for my brother was not and has not been easy. He has had to overcome challenges that I could not dream of facing. And yet, he has survived.
There is no list to follow, there is no how-to-guide. Instead, moving in with another person is about knowing yourself, knowing your partner, and knowing where you are headed. This takes a lot of self-awareness, faith, and gusto – not just for the first few months, but for the long haul. Sharing your life is a big deal. Let’s not forget that.
Chelsea’s love lets me fully shine. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.
Grief upon grief dances together, lies together, tarnishing the vivid array of color we once held. We weep, we weep, and we are afraid it will never stop.
This doesn’t mean that LGBT Christians have a tougher time, rather, there is an added reality to break through. The fear of shame comes in a different dose when you fear that God, the most universal reality for many, might think of us as horrible people for who we are attracted to. It’s ominous, oppressive, and a weapon used too often against the LGBT community. That’s why I think it’s critical, as a Christian community, to do everything we can to lift this layer of shame.