Anyway, mostly I don't cry, I just don't, but I saw a wedding the other day that really got to me. It was two guys getting married and as is all the rage these days, they had written their own vows. I was minding my own business kind of following along (I hate things like this usually) and the first guy was reciting his vows and he got to a part that caught my attention: '. . . and I need a home. Steven, will you be my home?' The other guy replied, 'Kurt, I would like nothing more on this earth than to be your home. Will you be mine?' To which Kurt replied, 'Of course. Of course. Of course.'
By the time Kurt got to the part about 'will you be my home?' he was in tears and as soon as he got the word 'home' out so was Steven---and so was I. I couldn't believe it. When Kurt replied that of course he would be Steven's home, they embraced each other tightly and cried on each other's shoulders for probably five solid minutes. There may have been more verbiage written, but they (very wisely I think) just called it a wedding at that point. Everyone else thought so, too, and most of them were crying.
I had never heard wedding vows expressed in terms of 'home' before. That really hit me somehow. I must have some serious unexplored issues revolving around the concept of home. It reminded me of that thing I overheard in a Starbucks once where a lady asked, 'Why do gay guys always have such cool wedding vows?' To which a guy replied, 'Because we actually mean them.' Kurt and Steve had written some cool vows I'm sure, but they also had the taste and dramatic sense of timing to know that, after the 'home' business, the moment had peaked and to just let it be. Trying to finish the written vows after that would have had to have been an anticlimactic let down. Good for them.
I need to go think about 'home' for a while."