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Anniversary: July 27, 1996
Married: March 28, 2014 

Wade Rouse is a bestselling author and humorist. Described as the lovechild of David Sedaris and Erma Bombeck, "wise, witty and wicked" by USA Today and the #2 Writer, Dead or Alive, “We'd Love to Have Drinks With” by Writer's Digest (between Hemingway and Hunter S. Thompson), Wade is the author of four memoirs, including America’s Boy (Dutton/2006), named to the American Library Association’s “Rainbow List” of the most important LGBT books; Confessions of A Prep School Mommy Handler (Harmony/2007), selected as a Breakout Book by Target; At Least in the City Someone Would Hear Me Scream (Harmony/2009), a Today show Must-Read; and It’s All Relative: 2 Families, 3 Dogs, 34 Holidays and 50 Boxes of Wine (Crown/2011), finalist for a 2011 Goodreads Choice Award in Humor (with Betty White, Mindy Kaling and Chelsea Handler). Wade earned his B.A. in communications, with honors, from Drury University and his master’s in journalism from Northwestern University. He is a contributing writer and essayist for People.com, Coastal Living, Metrosource and Michigan Radio as well as a popular lecturer and writing teacher. Gary Edwards is the marketing and event manager for Wade Rouse. Wade, Gary and their rescue mutts, Mabel and Doris, split their time between the beaches, woods and water of Saugatuck, Michigan, and the sun, desert and mountains of Palm Springs.

How We Met: Gary and I met, purely by chance, in a coffeehouse in St. Louis, before coffee was hot and technology was commonplace. Ironically, we might never have met had current technology been around back then. Gary was waiting catch up with a friend returning from vacation, a friend who could not call Gary to let him know his flight home had been delayed because no one had cell phones then, or laptops.
I had come to catch up with a friend over a latte, when – after an hour – Gary, who is more social than a rodeo clown, approached and asked if he could join us while he waited.
If you believe in love at first sight, then this was love at first glimpse. Gary was the handsomest man I had ever seen, all dark hair and skin and lashes.
"You have the prettiest eyes," he said to me, before covering his face with his hands. "Don't look at me! I just drove 14 hours home from a family vacation. I must look a mess. But at least I'm tan!”
"How can I tell?" I asked. "Your face is covered.”
We laughed. And we have not stopped since.
What would have happened had Gary’s friend called from his cell?
My life would be entirely different. It would not just be empty; it would never have fully started.

How We Married: I received the best birthday gift of my life in 2014: Gary and I were married.
As with most things in our lives, it happened with the shocking suddenness of a thunderbolt. And, as with most huge moments in my life, it happened while I was on a treadmill.
"We're getting married on Friday," Gary said when I picked up the phone, my legs churning beneath me.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Screw Michigan!" he said. "I'm not waiting another second for anyone to decide when it's right for us to marry."
In the previous days, a judge had overturned Michigan's ban on gay marriage. Dear friends of ours had rushed out on a Saturday to marry. By Monday, the attorney general had challenged the ruling, and a stay had been put on marriage.
Our hearts were crushed. We had planned to marry on our anniversary date of July 27. We wanted to wed amidst Gary's beautiful gardens in front of our beautiful friends. Gary had already begun the planning.
But our dream had been taken away.
Momentarily.
"We're here now, in California," Gary said, knocking me back into the present. "I called the courthouse. They have a little chapel attached. They have an opening Friday ..."
He stopped. I could hear him softly crying.
I hit "stop" on the treadmill.
"Let's do it!" I said. "You're right. It's time."
Gary arranged for good friends to serve as witnesses, and another friend volunteered to photograph it. Gary made boutonnieres for us, color-coordinated them with our shirts and ties, and on the morning of March 28, we walked into a county clerk's office, signed a sheath of papers, attested we were who we were, paid our fees and waited to be married, along with a gaggle of other, very young, couples.
I could not help but think: This was not anything like the dream wedding we had dreamed of.
But then, magic began to unfold.
A beautiful woman, whose cousin had just gotten married before us, ran over when she saw us waiting.
"Are you getting married?" she screamed.
We nodded.
She dissolved into tears. "I'm so happy for you," she said, bawling, pulling us into her arms and holding us tightly. "How long have you been together?"
"18 years," we replied at the same time.
Her face melted, and she heaved with sobs. "My brother and his partner have been together nine years," she said, nodding over at a handsome couple. "I want him to marry next."
She stopped.
"It's love and commitment like yours, and his, that are my shining examples. I strive to have a relationship as beautiful as yours."
And now it was us who began to tear up.
What she gets that most people don't seem to realize, I thought as she walked away waving, was that the gay couples "rushing" to marry have been together five years, 10 years, 25 years, 50 years. We have already committed our lives to one another.
We were ushered into the "chapel," a sort of holding room filled with the type of furniture you might have seen on "Three's Company." A wooden, lattice-y altar filled a wall, some plastic ivy strewn through it, fake flowers sprinkled around the room. An empty Kleenex box sat atop a vent.
Gary winced. "Why don't they paint this white?" he asked, touching the altar. "And get some real plants? And ..."
He stopped. "It's perfect," I said. "It doesn't matter."
The woman who was to marry us bolted into the room and introduced herself. "How long have you been together?" she asked.
"18 years," we replied again at the same time.
She began to cry.
"When California approved gay marriage," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion, "I sprinted here to volunteer. I wanted to be part of moments like this. Each is so historic. Each is so beautiful. I wanted to be part of a love that will forever change our world, for the better."
And then she took our hands, and then placed them in each others', and she began the ceremony.
It was then I knew this was a dream wedding, because I never dreamed this would ever be possible for me. I never dreamed I could marry, hear these vows, repeat these vows, have my relationship acknowledged by the government as the same as every other.
As the ceremony unfolded, I could not help but think of my life and relationship with Gary, similar in so many ways. Gary and I grew up in small towns in Middle America. Haunted by our sexuality, we relinquished our youth, unable to date, unable to share our true selves with our families and friends. Gary drank and I ate, until we finally found one another.
At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, we not only fought like hell to find one another – the perfect love – we fought like hell to survive until we did. Our love likely saved each other's lives.
Suddenly, my emotions overtook me: This was not only a dream, it was historic.
"Do you have vows you would like to read?" the judge asked.
"Yes," I said, pulling a sheet of paper from my pocket, shocking Gary.
"What are you doing?" he mouthed.
"Marrying you," I whispered.
And then I began to read:
"Gary, it's not that my life hadn't begun before I met you; it's as if it had never started. You brought my life to Wizard of Oz technicolor. You not only taught me how to love another unconditionally, you taught me how to love myself unconditionally.
You are my compass and my bridge, my shadow and mirror, gardener of flowers and my soul. I would not be here, literally and figuratively, without you.
I love you more than anything in this world, and I am so honored to take you as my husband.
Forever."
As she began to recite the vows, our voices went from quivery, to shaky, to unstable. Tears flowed.
And when we said, "I do," my life and my future flashed before my eyes.
I was married. To the man I loved.
As the judge pronounced us husband and husband, we kissed.
Gary slipped me the tongue, which was totally inappropriate.
And then he whispered, "You cannot go and get this annulled, either."
That evening, we gathered with friends for an unforgettable dinner. They even surprised us with a wedding cake ... topped with lots of buttercream frosting.
As we crawled into bed for the first night as a married couple, it felt like it always had. But different, too.
Better.
Realer.
Happier.
Rawer.
Dreamier.
After 18 years, we were married. It was no longer a dream, no longer a fantasy, no longer illegal.
Our wedding, like our friends' weddings in Michigan and California, are not just weddings; they are the fulfillment of lifelong dreams. They acknowledge the power of love.
They are not just weddings, I realized, they are exclamation points to our lives and our love, to all of our lives and love. -Wade Rouse

Together since 1996: 19 years
Gary Edwards (born July 6, 1966) & Wade Rouse (born March 30, 1965)
Anniversary: July 27, 1996 / Married: March 28, 2014 

Days of Love: Celebrating LGBT History One Story at a Time
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