11 years ago today, the Supreme Court ruled that gay marriage was legal in every state in this country. Here’s what most people don’t know: we had already planned our engagement party. The invitations were out. The plans were made. We were getting married regardless of what the Court decided that day. This ruling wasn’t the reason we got married. It was the biggest cherry on top of a decision we’d already made. I remember people showing up to our party in tears. Genuine, overwhelmed, joyful tears because something that had felt uncertain just days before was now, suddenly, undeniably real. Our marriage wasn’t a hypothetical anymore. It was protected. Recognized. The same, in the eyes of the law, as anyone else’s. 11 years later, we have five kids. A whole life built on top of that protection — taxes filed together, both our names on birth certificates, health insurance, hospital visitation rights, every single legal thread that holds a family together. I want to be honest about so...