I woke up this morning, having forgotten that it was rumored to be a day of really, really big news. I've been having heel pain from my half marathon training, plantar fasciitis, so after hitting snooze twice, I rolled out of bed slowly and placed my bare feet on the red Persian rug in hopes of a pain-free start to the day. I rotated each ankle, each way, and stepped into the morning. I had only mild discomfort, Yes, and gave Judah a solid rub down with a smirk of satisfaction on my face. In our usual routine, he jumped under foot just as I stepped up onto the cold kitchen tile floor to reach for his kibble. Damn It, will you ever learn? I scooped food into his dish and reached for the radio power button.
The NPR business report was just ending, signaling the turn of the hour, so I returned to my bed to roll the tight ligaments in my foot over a bright pink golf ball while I listened to the morning news. As I winced at the self imposed discomfort of my right foot, the BBC report seemed to have nothing note worthy to announce. I spaced out on the news as I worked my inner left arch, but my ears perked up when the broadcaster said, And this just in, the US Supreme Court has struck down the Defense of Marriage Act... There was more to the sentence but none of it registered. As if dosed by a shot of caffeine to the vein, my head popped up and my face brightened. Oh my god, did I just hear that? I reached for the television remote, flipped to channel five, and stared in disbelief. And then I started crying. The tears flowed, and flowed. Then stopped. Then flowed some more as I processed the implications of this landmark ruling.
