Someday I may have to explain to my son why some people are allowed to get married and others aren't. I may have to admit that there are people who make a distinction between love for straight people and love for gay people. It could be that I have to look him in the eyes and tell him that we used to bar the mixing of blacks and whites, owned other people as property, and forbade women to attend school. It is likely that I will have to tell him that fear and money can sometimes seem more powerful than acceptance and love.
But at least I will be able to tell him that today we chose to eat at KFC (and it was delicious).