Our Thanksgiving is pretty nice. We all have small families so we all gather together (my parents, Ledcat's mother, her brother and his family, our sister-in-law's mother) wherever dinner might be. This year, we headed north to Mercer County.
There's no real huge lesbian element to the holiday. We've been together for 7 years so no drama about us related to being gay.
Except … we are interchangeable aunts and I bet most heterosexual couples can't say that. When our niece was younger (she's almost 5 now), she would confuse our names but we just rolled with it. If she's looking at you, she's talking to you sort of thing. Yesterday, Jack (two and a half) called us both Aunt Sue for awhile until he switched to Aunt Sue and Aunt Yaya (his way of saying Ledcat) which cracked us up. It doesn't matter in the least because we love them to pieces. I got another chuckle when Ava said “Miss Aunt Sue” because she's so used to calling adult women Miss Something. I guess from the perspective of a child “Aunt” is part of your name, not a title.
A close friend told me her six year old recently asked what being partners meant, referencing us whom she's known since birth. Amy told her what it meant and she had no trouble grasping the concept, but wanted to know if we were going to get married (you know 6 year old and brides — here was a chance to have 2 of us). Amy explained that we couldn't get married because of the law. Her daughter thought about that and pronounced it “stupid.” She's not allowed to use that word, but this one time Amy said “yes, it is stupid.” How about that? That's a future voter, Joe Markosek. Watch out.
So we came home and watched tv for a few hours, then we went to bed feeling very thankful for so many things. Especially for being aunties. Now I've got to go on ebay and order stickers.