One of our straight friends came to our last party with our gay friends. Nellie brought her two kids who have always been around lots of different types of people, including two gay guy friends of hers. She had explained to them that there are lots of different kinds of love and that their love was a little different, but still the same.
Nellie told me today about the trip home after our party. Her daughter said, "You know how everybody's different, Mom?" Then she hesitated.
"Yes, is there something you want to say? Just say it."
"Well, I could just tell at that party that everybody loved everybody. There was lots of love there."
And that's exactly how I want my house to feel.