My cousin’s bride to be wrote him the sweetest message for his birthday this month. She referred to him as the “mate to her soul” — they’re getting married today!
I smile thinking about how wonderful it is to live in a time where you can freely love the mate to your soul even if they don’t look and believe just as you. Or perhaps they do. Equally wonderful. I’d like to think that regardless of what they do or don’t look like, the hearts are the same and this is why they found their way home to one another.
I’ve often prided myself on the fact that in my home we talk regularly about how families come in all different forms. But after reading Marlon Bundo to my daughter, a book about a boy bunny that falls for another boy bunny; a book she was initially a tad bit perplexed about but in the end loved, I realize that it’s not enough.
She needs to see it, both in books and in real life. In time that perplexed look will fade away, nothing standing out other than the fact that these days it is wonderful to see two people loving one another. When so much of what we see and hear is anchored in fear, anger and heartache this is a gift. LOVE is a gift.
Love, not just the kind found in our household, needs to permeate our bubbles. Some of us still have one, a bubble, surrounding us and don't even realize it. Others remain committed to their bubble.
For us at least, as time goes they will be (further) permeated because our beautiful family is made up of people who have found or are finding the mates to their souls, souls across the spectrum — one that mirrors the world around us. And we each get the honor of helping generations before us and after us see what I’ve come to know:
We are not called to judge. We are called to love. We love first and after that — we love more.
A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo Written by Jill Twiss + Illustrated by EG Keller