By Jennifer Dempsey
This summer I was walking up F Street in Salida when I ran into Missy and Heather. I knew the women only slightly, had never had a real conversation with either, but that day they were radiating such happiness, I had to stop and say hello.
“How are you gals?” I asked.
They were holding hands, beaming, grinning ear to ear.
“We’re great,” Missy said, smiling at Heather. “We got married yesterday!”
“Congratulations!” I said automatically, then paused and thought, “what does that mean?”
“What does that mean?” I asked dumbly.
The women smiled at each other again.
“Nothing to the state of Colorado,” Missy answered, “but everything to us.”