Traveling While Gay
We took Roozle on her first out of state vacation just after her third birthday. That year, a lot of her preschool friends went away for spring vacations and told her about it. Here in Boston, spring starts late after a long winter. We are all ready for a trip to Florida by March. So a lot of us go. Our family stayed home. Though home was cold, it was safe. Here, our marriage was protected. Our second parent adoption was completed without incident. Here, we are a family, without question. Florida and many other states don’t have the same protections.
Later that spring, after months of Roozle begging to go on a vacation, my brother told us about a resort in Florida they went to. His friend owns a unit and had an opening. He told us it was quiet and assured me it would be totally fine. We held our breath and decided to go for it. It ended up being a perfect little trip.
As same-sex family we had to be prepared for it not being perfect. In case of an emergency, we brought copies of birth certificates, adoption papers, our marriage certificate, and copies of identification. We were able to relax while on vacation, but still hesitated a bit when a curious child in the pool asked Roozle if she had a dad. It was fine, thankfully, but we had to be prepared for it not to be.
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