On the way home from Spain, before returning to the United States, my family stopped in Amsterdam for a few days. We took a boat ride along the canals, walked through the red-light district, and toured the Van Gogh Museum. After checking in at our hotel, I learned it was Pride weekend, so the city was brimming with people clad head-to-toe in bright colors riding the train downtown in anticipation of the day’s festivities.

That morning, I was excited to see Van Gogh’s work. As we waited in line to enter the Museum, I noticed a couple right behind us. They were two men in their 60s, dressed in matching rainbow T-shirts, holding hands, and laughing with one another. The joy on their faces was infectious in a way that made me smile. They were talking about the Canal Parade later that afternoo

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