Passing through the land of the married

I managed to get about 4 hours of sleep before the alarm went off at 3 am. Mark got none. We showered, had a bit of tea, and got dressed. There's not too many options for getting to SFO at that time of the morning; in the end, calling a taxi proved most expedient.

On arrival to Toronto, we decided to only fill out one immigration card. You know, it's supposed to be one per family, normally for lgbt couples there is no legal relationship. But in this enlightened country, we were able to marry nearly two years ago, and those laws are still in force. When asked if we were related, we simply said yes, married. We got a slight smile (a "that's cool" kind of smile), and that was it. It's the first time we've passed through any kind of immigration or customs check (or any official government hurdle) unquestioned as a legal couple.