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I’ve heard it said that love should be long-suffering but I don’t think you should have to suffer much, in love. Love should be long-celebrating — late nights collecting kisses and storing memories in lightning bug jars, travel memories pasted with crooked corners in scrapbooks and the way your love’s face lights when you enter a room. Most rooms. Most of the time.

Remember celebrating your first kiss? The first time you held hands in public? The moment a state just below you decided there, just south of the Twin Cities, love would win. And then remember a statement sweeping the nation — the rise of marriage equality — the hard fought battle of thousands before you to declare this day, your day, your right and your honor. We are bound as your witnesses — honored to be right here in the room where love happens, however that may be.

If love is long-celebrating in so many ways it is also short, at times, and harsh at times. It is sadder and harder than any other experience and it is the singular difference that makes humans both more humane than animals and less, at times. The flip side of a love coin is hate or loss. The flipside of suffering is…