My husband and I met in Nepal, where he was a Marine Security Guard at the embassy in Kathmandu and I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in a village far from the capital. Today, nearly 16 years (12 married) and four beautiful children later, I'm still taken aback when I think that some people once considered our marriage and children an abomination...and that some still might.
I grew up the eldest of two South Asian women in an Indian-American family. Given my family's particular brand of South Asian culture, I was not only raised to be very aware of race and aspire to a "model minority" aesthetic but to be "extremely discerning" with regard to my choice of marriage partner.
My wife and I met in my hometown on Long Island. She is from Tanzania and I am Italian-American. My parents really surprised me. They love my wife so much, I think more than they love me, sometimes.
My husband and I have been married for almost 18 years and have three school-age sons. We both came from ethnically mixed neighborhoods, and as we dated, we encountered few problems because of our different races (he's Chinese, I'm white). Once we were engaged, however, our families had some struggles with the relationship.
I am white, and the love of my life happens to be black. We met in elementary, but barely knew each other. Once we entered 6th grade we really hit it off, became best friends, and eventually began dating off and on. In high school we became a lot more serious and inseparable. I met his mom before, and she seemed really nice and understanding until she realized how serious we really were. She told him to end things between us. She hated the idea of him dating me. He told me about his mom and together we tried to convince her how much we needed each other, but she still didn't want us dating.
I am the product of an interracial marriage. I am married to a caucasian man and made the choice - not because of his race, but because of how wonderfully he treats me and because of the special friendship we continue to share after 12 years of being with one another. As a product of our love, we now have two beautiful racially mixed children and share a wonderful life. Our children will grow up knowing that it is not what matters on the outside, but what a person's heart and soul are that make the difference.
I am Mexican-American and my boyfriend is white. I told him about Loving Day a few weeks ago. He must have taken the holiday to heart because he chose to commemorate Loving Day by proposing to me! He took me by complete surprise by proposing as we hiked with our dog on a trail overlooking Lake Tahoe. I couldn't be happier and I would like to wish all the love and luck that we have had on all of the interracial couples out there.
I am white/Native American mix and my handsome hubby is Chamorro from Guam. We met at a powwow near Seattle while he was stationed at Fort Lewis, WA. I cannot imagine a better place to meet. I felt so blessed to have found him. We went through much prejudice - from angry Chamorros who felt I was not good enough, to white people who glared at us and our beautiful baby girl.
I have never realized this before but I was reading this website and found that my biracial son was born on Loving Day 2004. This year we had a huge birthday party for him. He is the cutest, sweetest kid ever. This day now means even more to me. My son is the biggest confirmation of love for me and my husband. Now that I know that his birthday is the same day as the legal decision that allows me to be married to the man I love, it means so much more.
After being together for six years, Brian (white) and I (Korean) just got married last week. He said the wedding was magic and I agree, and it was especially significant because we have been through so much together.