Our wedding day was a balmy 51 degrees, rainy, cloudy and windy on the beach on the first day of summer. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did! But while many people like to trick you into thinking that your wedding day is the most important day of your life, we were lucky that our wedding was exactly what a wedding should be: a celebration of the commitment we'd already made to one another. We drew from personal and religious traditions and incorporated friends into a small intimate ceremony that was beautiful, joyous, and everything we could have hoped for.
"GOD BLESS THE SALT SHAKER"
*names changed for privacy purposes.
Thulani and I met three years ago in college. He had just come to America from Swaziland, Africa to attend university. He was a good friend of my current best friend that I had met in college. At first we mostly just hung out at parties or small get togethers with friends. But over time we started to hang out more and more, just the two of us. We really didn't think about dating at first, we were too much alike. Both of us were first born children and come from hard working families. But after a while we just couldn't say no to becoming something more.
I met the man I love, Jeffrey, a little over two years ago. We couldn't be happier now living together and getting to celebrate being an interracial couple in today's world. It still baffles my mind that it was illegal only 43 years ago. Loving Day is a day of celebration for all mankind!
It still shocks me that the ruling to allow marriage between races was overturned within my lifetime. We have been happily married for 12 years (my husband is white, I am black). We are best friends and love each other deeply. I cannot imagine going through what the Lovings did and we THANK them profusely for paving the way in order for us to be together proudly and without fear!!
Brian and I met at work. We were friends before we were lovers; good friends at that. The inter-racial thing was never really an issue. It's weird for me because, you see, I'm adopted. I am Colombian (born in Bogotá) and I was raised by an Irish/Polish-American family. I never thought I was white, but being adopted into a family where you can easily appear to be un-related was never how I felt. I guess I couldn't recognized race until I was much more social, older and independent.
My husband and I met at work (but I know this is a no-no, you should not be dating with people that you work with --ha-ha!) and it turned into one of the most loving and caring relationships ever.
Here's how it all got started :
My husband and I have been married for 6 years and it has been wonderful. We now have two beautiful little girls that we have been blessed with and we thank God everyday that he brought us together. We are very aware that if it wasn't for people like the Lovings we wouldn't have been able to marry.This is a great website to pay tribute to the strength of people before us that makes our relationship possible.
So a blond walks into a bar...haha, kidding! But this blond from the American Midwest DID walk into a whole new world, and found love along the way.