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I woke up real early in the morning to go to the LGBT Reunion chapel service. I wore my tacky rainbow turtleneck and read this really awesome Bible passage. Other people read about love, quoting MLK and Hindu legends, and I knew it was all true. I felt the Good News of love in the soles of my feet and the top of my head. I know that is all the instructions I'll ever need: to love crazily and bravely, without expectation, without hesitation.
Then there was brunch, with cinnamon bread and sour cream apple pie and blackberry cobbler and walnut coffee cake and pumpkin muffins with real pumpkin and gingerbread with real ginger. It wasn't too busy this morning, which meant for the first time I could sit and have conversations with people. That was nice.
We ate dinner backwards. Julia made homemade ice cream with homemade fudge sauce and berries, just because she felt like it, and served it to us and all our neighbors and the house workers. Then we had dinner; Steph and I had made golden, perfect, spicy falafel with creamy cucumber-garlic sauce. Then we said grace, which dissolved into giggling.
Then there was brunch, with cinnamon bread and sour cream apple pie and blackberry cobbler and walnut coffee cake and pumpkin muffins with real pumpkin and gingerbread with real ginger. It wasn't too busy this morning, which meant for the first time I could sit and have conversations with people. That was nice.
We ate dinner backwards. Julia made homemade ice cream with homemade fudge sauce and berries, just because she felt like it, and served it to us and all our neighbors and the house workers. Then we had dinner; Steph and I had made golden, perfect, spicy falafel with creamy cucumber-garlic sauce. Then we said grace, which dissolved into giggling.