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Vote No

This will be the only political post I write this fall except for posting the obligatory photo of me with my “I Voted” sticker on Election Day.

I have wrote many times before that this website, our little slice of the world-wide web, is my digital scrapbook for our kids and our way to share stories and photos of the kids to family that lives a day’s drive away. This post is no different. In 5, 10, 15 or 20 years when the kids look back on this blog I want them to know that both their father and I voted for equality. We voted No on the amendment that would write hate and exclusion into Minnesota’s Constitution.

I am not a writer so I will link to an article that best conveys  how I feel about this amendment written by Jack Davies a former state senator published in the Star Tribune in early October.

I don’t believe that this is a party issue and I am not the only one. There are “Republicans Vote No” bumper stickers all over the cities. Some people will vote no because they believe that the constitution should not be used to exclude people. Some people will vote no because they believe that love is love no matter if it is between a woman and a man, a man and a man or a woman and a woman.

I am going on record to say that I believe both of those things. The constitution was meant to protect freedoms not limit them and I also whole heartedly believe that love is love. I strongly believe that two women and two men can raise a child just as well as Tim and I can.

As for blending my religious views with that of gay marriage I say this: I am a Christian. I believe in Jesus. I believe in Jesus’ teachings of love. I believe that God loves all things great and small. That is it. God is love and love is love. It may be simple and childlike to boil it down my beliefs to six words “God is love, love is love” but isn’t that what it is all about? Love your neighbour as you love yourself?

I want Michael, Patrick and Elise to know that who ever they fall in love with both their daddy and I support them. I want Michael and Patrick and Elise to know that their dad and mom voted no. We believe that love is love and we believe that the constitution should not limit the freedom to marry.

The only sign we have in our yard is a Vote No sign. And yes, I have the t-shirt and bumper sticker too!

Rock, Barack, and the Boys

It’s been a busy couple weeks (it seems like its always been a busy couple weeks), so this post is a bit of a mash-up of things.

First my family came down to the cities over the weekend.  We told them it was to see the new Indian Jones movie, but we really put them to work hauling 6 tons of rock!  I’m not sure if they would’ve come had they really known how much rock was going to be dumped in our driveway.

We worked them to the bone, so hopefully they’ll come back again.  I think the boys will make sure of that.

After that relaxing weekend, we heard the amazing news that Barack Obama was coming to St. Paul on the night of the SD and MT primaries!  We scrambled to get a babysitter, then Meg and I drove to St. Paul and parked at my work and started walking towards the excel center.  The walk was a fairly long one, and block after block, we got more and more excited.  Somewhere around 6 or 7 blocks away from the Excel center, we saw massive group of people walking towards us.  At first we thought it was some sort of march, but when we asked the person at the front of the line, she said they were people walking from the beginning of the line to the end of the line, which we had just reached.  She said the line snaked around block after block, and was around 4 miles long!

Block after block, there were whispers circulating around the crowd about Barack getting the democratic nomination, and that Hillary had conceded, or that she was asked to take the VP and had accepted, then a man in front of us raised his blackberry in the air and shouted “Barack clinched the nomination!”.  The whole crowd exploded in cheers.  From then on the excitement built until we started getting close to the Excel center.  They must have opened another set of doors, because suddenly the line broke into a swift walk, then a trot, and eventually an all out run.

When we finally got to security, we could see a small piece of the crowed in the center from the front doors.  Right as Meg and I were going through the metal detectors, the crowd inside broke out into a deafening cheer.  We knew Obama had just arrived.  We ran up all the stairs and escalators, and were able to find open seats at the very top of the center.  The place was packed.

Some day when my boys are older, I’ll be able to tell them that I was at the rally where Barack Obama became the first African American Democratic Candidate for President.

Speaking of the boys…