L and R are married. Everyday they share a commitment to love and respect each other. They were not childhood sweethearts, their eyes crossed across a crowded room, perhaps at a Star Trek themed party at university. It was love at first sight, fuelled by their compatibility and magnetic personalities. From that day, they could only envisage spending their lives together, dealing with whatever challenges were to be found along the way.

And they knew there were going to be challenges, like marriage and having a family. Because L is a woman and so is R. But they couldn’t envisage that even know, on the 21st Century, their love could still be misunderstood, their lives judged, because they loved each other so much they had a child together and wanted to give that child the best possible future. An optimum upbringing with the best secret ingredient for a child’s happiness: love.

Except that, of course, the importance of love is not a secret. I am struggling to understand why some people feel the need to categorise love, to put it into boxes, to say having a father and a mother is better for a child than having two mothers. Time has moved on. And so we must celebrate and include everyone who is part of this world, our world.