A TYPICAL DAY WITH TIM

Exhausted from the night before watching The Ugly Truth and drinking Captain and Cokes,
I just lay next to my hardworking boyfriend and watch him continue to sleep
breathing in and out, in and out, in and out.
I decide not to disturb him because he worked until midnight last night at Multisorb,
and I made him watch the chick flick and drink with me until we were too tired.

I let him sleep, and click on the Panasonic television to the TLC Channel.
Reruns of Jon and Kate Plus 8 are playing, so I continue to watch,
and I wonder where did they go wrong? They used to be so happy and loving.
Can the media really break up the love of one big happy family?

I feel the bed sink in towards me and feel a warm strong-arm collapse against my body.
It is my best friend in the entire world giving me a good morning hug and
whispering “I love you” in my ear. At this moment I know life could not get any better.
He gets up and goes in the shower. I pull on my ripped American Eagle jeans and
cheap comfortable moccasins from the local Target, and spritz myself with Heavenly.

It is 11 a.m. Saturday, and we are heading out the door to start our day.
We jump in the 2002 Jeep Liberty and jolt off listening to Pearl Jam’s new tune, “The Fixer,”
singing along to everything on the radio. We reach Letchworth State Park
and enjoy a beautiful November day, watching waterfalls and gazing at the gorge.
Every weekend we plan to do something together alone, something special:
this was the special event we had planned for the weekend.
We talk about life and getting married and buying our first house.

We come back to West Seneca a few hours later and stop at the local Tim Horton’s.
I order my usual medium hot chocolate with whipped cream and he orders a vanilla cappuccino.
We go to our favorite Applebees a few hours later and get our usual 2 for $20 deals.
We talk about all the things we saw at Letchworth and what we expect for winter this year.

Finishing off our night we go to the local Flix theatre and see 2012. I sit
and ponder about the world actually coming to an end. Will it really happen or not?
I stare at Tim, thinking about everything we wouldn’t be able to do: we’d miss
raising children and growing old together, along with everything in-between.
I shake my head and say to myself, “Nah, it won’t happen.” Besides, we have forever.