"Ow!" The burly man who I'd just winged on the head with a condom glared at me.
I waved weakly. "Sorry, safety first!"
Mom nudged me. "Put whatever is worrying you aside and enjoy yourself."
"You're right. Today is a happy day."
It really was. My family had started marching in the parade when Ari was fourteen with the PFLAG group at the University of British Columbia where both my parents taught. It had embarrassed him almost as much as he'd loved it.