I want a
family; I have this idea about the future, my life and my relationships with
others.
I’ll be
sitting on the couch, much like any other day when I have a second to relax;
normally with a glass of ice cold green tea in my hand reading the news online.
I got home early from work because my crazy boss lets me do whatever I want.
Work is amazing and I love what I do, but my family is even better so I rush
home everyday for them. I decided to surprise my husband with a home made dinner
from scratch, we both work and our child is in day care during the day. We
think it’s good for him to interact with kids his own age. Earlier in the day I
had picked my son/daughter up from daycare/school and we rushed off to the
super market. We pretended the car was a spaceship and made funny noises the
whole way to the store. Today is special because we have plenty of time to goof
off. We had fun playing with the little toys that you get from the quarter
machines. We even got matching unicorn tattoos, the kind you put on with warm
water! The two of us, now “too cool for school” picked up all the groceries we
needed. We found some great flowers for dad and smelled every one of them. We
got white and yellow daises because they live for a long while. My son/daughter
is proud of the flower we picked out together and is arranging them while I sip
my green tea; this is going to be such a fun surprise. We have fun cleaning the
house and listen to all types of music. We also made brownies together and I
let him/her lick the bowl because, Well! That’s what I always liked to do when
I was a kid!
We put on
some cartoons, like Penguins of Madagascar. My daughter, “Natalie” or son
“Patrick,” had a fun day at school and can’t wait to tell me about it. Just
then Dad (I’m called Papa btw), gets home. He’s exhausted, yet surprised and
thrilled that the house is sparkling, much like the famous scene when Sally
Field gets home in Mrs. Doubtfire. I go greet him and he pulls me in for a long
romantic kiss and we laugh as our child yells, “yay! Did you like the
surprise!? Did you! Did you! Did you!!” He gets his spastic nature from me.
Right at the end of the kiss I suddenly yell, “Casserole!” I run to the
kitchen, frightful that I’ve burnt dinner which I’ve already done on a couple
occasions. I open the white cabinets, some completely white and a couple that
have glass inserts so you can display things. I find a mitten and pull the
casserole out of fired hot oven and on to by sparkling black granite
countertops. Did I mention I had a large farm house sink? The casserole came
out just in time, a lil crispy on the edges, but we like it that way. While it
cools down a bit, I pop the veggies in the steamer. Our child helps get the
plates and sneaks our dog some food without me noticing.
We live in a house, next to other
people with houses not too far from a lake or where there are lots of trees.
Our neighbors know us and drop by regularly. We don’t worry about money but we
don’t always have a lot of it. At dinner we swap stories about our day. We even
talk about world issues and politics from time to time. Culture is important to
our family and we may not agree on everything, but we respect each other
always. After dinner we play board games and then it’s time for bed. We all
read a bed-time story or even a story at bath-time. We brush our teeth together
every night and make growling toothpaste foam faces at each other, running
about the house like crazy people. Ahh… we have fun! At bed time we tuck our
little one in and never let a night go by without them knowing how much we love
them. We may even have a funny way we say goodnight to each other.
My other half and I sneak off to
our bedroom on the opposite end of our send floor house. We worry together for
our family and listen to ideas and thoughts from each other. We’re supportive
and encouraging, and we’re so in love it’s hard for us to keep our hands off of
one another. We make sure the door is locked and throw it down like lovers do.
The next day is a Friday and I have the day off. I help my husband get ready
for work but he decides to take a sick day instead. We all go to the zoo or a
movie or a park and have a picnic. We races boats, play fetch with our old dog,
and fly a kite. I let them play together for a while so I can get a chance to
read a book or write a little. The dog is next to me panting in my face. I
really didn’t even want a dog to begin with but my child’s eyes persuaded me
otherwise. I’m a sap like that and give in every once in a while. My child
picked out an old dog instead… he’s a lot like me and I’ve taught him that we
all play a small but significant role in the world. It’s important to do good
things whenever you can. So my child picked out an older dog so they wouldn’t
put it down instead of the puppy that has a better chance of finding a home. We
wound up with a 7yr old mutt that lays around pretty much 24/7.
It’s our life, we don’t think about
it being a “Gay Family.” We are who we are and we’re thankful to have each
other. We have ups and downs just like everyone else; but these past two days
we were a memory… a perfect memory I just haven’t had yet.
