We're 'married.' Yet the Supreme Court ruling made us want an 'I re-do!'

We deployed all the trappings of the "real" thing: the rabbi, the broken glass, the poster-sized image of ourselves on which guests could scribble good wishes. There was a best man and a matron of honor, a carefully curated playlist and embossed Vera Wang invitations on which our parents pretentiously requested the "honour" of everyone's presence. We exchanged gold Tiffany Atlas rings and created a Bloomingdale's registry that swung for the fences because, hey -- can't hurt to ask.