a story i wrote for my class
here is a story i wrote for my writing class a few weeks ago. last week my teacher asked me to enter it into a writing contest. here goes.
The most important day of my life has yet to happen. Why may you ask? The reason is quite simple really. First, let me tell you what the most important day of my life will be like.
This day may occur at any time. It could be in spring when flowers are blooming and everything is coming to life with vibrant colors such as red, green, yellow, and purple. Baby animals starting to come to life by singing beautiful melodies to there new found friends. Or it could take place in the fall when everything is getting ready for the long and bitter months ahead. With gold, yellow, and orange leaves just starting to fall. The temperature starts to cool off, but not too low that you still can’t have picnics outside.
The day shall consist of many different elements and emotions I hope. With laughter and cheer being spread all around from one to another. The little romantic things that are usually seen in movies, but rarely ever heard of in real life, are taking place right here in front of me. As love is being seen in my husband’s eyes and mine, people know it is time. As this special day for him and I have passed, we remember the many things we have done together, but this day shall be remembered forever over the rest, events that only we can share.
Today, my husband wakes me up with home cooked breakfast consisting of store bought eggs scrambled with chunks of smoked ham, lightly buttered toast with a favorite homemade jam. And finally, the meal is topped off with a glass of freshly squeezed juice of oranges, strawberries, bananas, or even blackberries or mango. After finishing our hearty breakfast, we lay there nice and quiet thinking of all of the times we have spent together over the years, through all of the good times and the bad ones. Thinking of the Christmas dinners we shared with each other’s families; the Fourth of July fireworks we watched while the sky and everything in sight was illuminated with majestic colors. The large bursts of white, purple, and every other color you could possibly imagine exploding up in the sky, I hear spectators talking like little kids with words like ooh and ah coming out of their mouths. With each blast and crackle that goes off, I look beside me at the person I love and cant believe he loves me too. With the colors reflecting off his face, I sit and wonder what he is thinking. His eyes alone can pierce into my heart but then with his sense of humor and personality, I realize that without that man, my life wouldn’t amount to as much as it has so far.
As we finally start moving around to get ready for work, I remember some of the embarrassing things we have done to with other. The time we were camping and we lost our way back to camp after cooling off in the crystal clear creek. Or the time we got caught making out by his roommate in the kitchen while we were attempting to cook Jumbalaya. But then I realize that those times were some of the best.
On my way to work, being stuck in the morning traffic jam that seems so frustrating, I get a call. Not just any old call, but one I enjoy getting everyday. It’s from my lifetime partner, my husband, and the love of my life. Everyday he calls me when I’m stuck in traffic, but today’s conversation is different.
“What do you think the baby will look like?” he asks me.
Having thought about it for nine months now, I have a good idea, I hope. So I say “Well, the baby will have blue eyes I’m sure. He will also have blonde hair, not sure if it’s going to be thick or thin or straight. No idea there.”
Chuckling to myself, I realized that he might be cursed with the same thick and curly hair I have. “Man that would be bad if all the girls fall for him when he grows up looking like me,” I say.
“Well if that happens, then he will be breaking a lot of boys’ hearts then too,” my husband says.
Finally I arrive at work and we end our conversation a little differently today. Today the man of my dreams tells me how much inspiration I give him for having a kid of my own. I never realized that by just having a single kid, I have inspired someone who will be sharing this joy with me.
Later that day for lunch, my husband surprises me with the news. Our friend Ashley is in labor with our child. We rush to the hospital to be there with her family as she is in pain in the delivery room. As minutes pass, and soon its hours, I get all excited that finally, after all these months, the baby is finally on his way. Thinking of the expenses it has taken so far to just have the child, it dawns on me that it’s better to have the kid then to have saved the money for something else.
My husband and I talk about all the worries we have about raising a child by ourselves. “Are we really going to be good parents?” “Can we manage having a kid with our life styles?” “How will our child be treated in school when the other kids find out that he has two dads?” All of these questions have been running through our heads since we first agreed on the matter of having a kid.
Finally both of our mom’s walk over and sit down with us. We tell them about our concerns and fears. One of them simply says to us, “Love that child like you guys have loved each other. Treat that child the best that you can, and never give up on him! You have all of the support of each one of us here in this waiting room today.”
We relax a little and just then, Ashley’s mom comes out of delivery room. The baby is born. Like at once, I realize that I’m finally a father. I go to the room and there, for the first time, I get to hold my baby boy. He couldn’t of been bigger then a bag of fresh potatoes. He is so small and I can’t believe that one day, he will be as big as me. Those small little hands that will be huge some day, but for now, when he makes a fist, are smaller then a tennis ball. I’m just so amazed at this miracle I am holding in my arms.
For the first time since Ashley and I agreed we would have each other’s kids all those years ago in high school, our miracle has arrived. As I look down into my arms, I can’t believe that he is mine. Looking into his eyes, I tear up and cry with joy. It’s a joy I thought I would never feel, but here in the delivery room, surrounded by Ashley’s mom and dad, my husband’s parents, and my mom, I realize it’s a joy only a parent can feel when their child is born.
Sitting down back in the waiting room, I’m still blown away from all of this. Sitting next to our parents, my husband and I couldn’t be happier.
“Mom, were you this happy when you had kids?” I asked.
“Of course son. Being a parent is one of the best things there is in life. It gives you so much to live for. And yes, you will hate it at times, we all do,” glancing around at the adults agreeing with her, “we all do.”
“When it’s time for him to go off to college, you won’t look back and say thank god, but be sad because your boy is leaving home to do his own thing. You won’t remember all the bad things he did, but all of the great times you two guys spent with him,” his dad says.
“And you can’t forget all the diapers you will have to change either,” his mom chips in snickering with a smile.
Late that night, the two of us finally head home. As we lie there in bed, we realize this is the last time we will be home by ourselves without a kid around for the next eighteen years. We look at each other in the eyes and we both know what the other is thinking.
This day has yet to happen, but I can only imagine how it really will unfold for me. Right now, I am only nineteen years old and have not found the love of my life. Hopefully someday I will find that man and we will both agree on having kids, but until then, I can only imagine.
i hope you enjoyed reading it
The most important day of my life has yet to happen. Why may you ask? The reason is quite simple really. First, let me tell you what the most important day of my life will be like.
This day may occur at any time. It could be in spring when flowers are blooming and everything is coming to life with vibrant colors such as red, green, yellow, and purple. Baby animals starting to come to life by singing beautiful melodies to there new found friends. Or it could take place in the fall when everything is getting ready for the long and bitter months ahead. With gold, yellow, and orange leaves just starting to fall. The temperature starts to cool off, but not too low that you still can’t have picnics outside.
The day shall consist of many different elements and emotions I hope. With laughter and cheer being spread all around from one to another. The little romantic things that are usually seen in movies, but rarely ever heard of in real life, are taking place right here in front of me. As love is being seen in my husband’s eyes and mine, people know it is time. As this special day for him and I have passed, we remember the many things we have done together, but this day shall be remembered forever over the rest, events that only we can share.
Today, my husband wakes me up with home cooked breakfast consisting of store bought eggs scrambled with chunks of smoked ham, lightly buttered toast with a favorite homemade jam. And finally, the meal is topped off with a glass of freshly squeezed juice of oranges, strawberries, bananas, or even blackberries or mango. After finishing our hearty breakfast, we lay there nice and quiet thinking of all of the times we have spent together over the years, through all of the good times and the bad ones. Thinking of the Christmas dinners we shared with each other’s families; the Fourth of July fireworks we watched while the sky and everything in sight was illuminated with majestic colors. The large bursts of white, purple, and every other color you could possibly imagine exploding up in the sky, I hear spectators talking like little kids with words like ooh and ah coming out of their mouths. With each blast and crackle that goes off, I look beside me at the person I love and cant believe he loves me too. With the colors reflecting off his face, I sit and wonder what he is thinking. His eyes alone can pierce into my heart but then with his sense of humor and personality, I realize that without that man, my life wouldn’t amount to as much as it has so far.
As we finally start moving around to get ready for work, I remember some of the embarrassing things we have done to with other. The time we were camping and we lost our way back to camp after cooling off in the crystal clear creek. Or the time we got caught making out by his roommate in the kitchen while we were attempting to cook Jumbalaya. But then I realize that those times were some of the best.
On my way to work, being stuck in the morning traffic jam that seems so frustrating, I get a call. Not just any old call, but one I enjoy getting everyday. It’s from my lifetime partner, my husband, and the love of my life. Everyday he calls me when I’m stuck in traffic, but today’s conversation is different.
“What do you think the baby will look like?” he asks me.
Having thought about it for nine months now, I have a good idea, I hope. So I say “Well, the baby will have blue eyes I’m sure. He will also have blonde hair, not sure if it’s going to be thick or thin or straight. No idea there.”
Chuckling to myself, I realized that he might be cursed with the same thick and curly hair I have. “Man that would be bad if all the girls fall for him when he grows up looking like me,” I say.
“Well if that happens, then he will be breaking a lot of boys’ hearts then too,” my husband says.
Finally I arrive at work and we end our conversation a little differently today. Today the man of my dreams tells me how much inspiration I give him for having a kid of my own. I never realized that by just having a single kid, I have inspired someone who will be sharing this joy with me.
Later that day for lunch, my husband surprises me with the news. Our friend Ashley is in labor with our child. We rush to the hospital to be there with her family as she is in pain in the delivery room. As minutes pass, and soon its hours, I get all excited that finally, after all these months, the baby is finally on his way. Thinking of the expenses it has taken so far to just have the child, it dawns on me that it’s better to have the kid then to have saved the money for something else.
My husband and I talk about all the worries we have about raising a child by ourselves. “Are we really going to be good parents?” “Can we manage having a kid with our life styles?” “How will our child be treated in school when the other kids find out that he has two dads?” All of these questions have been running through our heads since we first agreed on the matter of having a kid.
Finally both of our mom’s walk over and sit down with us. We tell them about our concerns and fears. One of them simply says to us, “Love that child like you guys have loved each other. Treat that child the best that you can, and never give up on him! You have all of the support of each one of us here in this waiting room today.”
We relax a little and just then, Ashley’s mom comes out of delivery room. The baby is born. Like at once, I realize that I’m finally a father. I go to the room and there, for the first time, I get to hold my baby boy. He couldn’t of been bigger then a bag of fresh potatoes. He is so small and I can’t believe that one day, he will be as big as me. Those small little hands that will be huge some day, but for now, when he makes a fist, are smaller then a tennis ball. I’m just so amazed at this miracle I am holding in my arms.
For the first time since Ashley and I agreed we would have each other’s kids all those years ago in high school, our miracle has arrived. As I look down into my arms, I can’t believe that he is mine. Looking into his eyes, I tear up and cry with joy. It’s a joy I thought I would never feel, but here in the delivery room, surrounded by Ashley’s mom and dad, my husband’s parents, and my mom, I realize it’s a joy only a parent can feel when their child is born.
Sitting down back in the waiting room, I’m still blown away from all of this. Sitting next to our parents, my husband and I couldn’t be happier.
“Mom, were you this happy when you had kids?” I asked.
“Of course son. Being a parent is one of the best things there is in life. It gives you so much to live for. And yes, you will hate it at times, we all do,” glancing around at the adults agreeing with her, “we all do.”
“When it’s time for him to go off to college, you won’t look back and say thank god, but be sad because your boy is leaving home to do his own thing. You won’t remember all the bad things he did, but all of the great times you two guys spent with him,” his dad says.
“And you can’t forget all the diapers you will have to change either,” his mom chips in snickering with a smile.
Late that night, the two of us finally head home. As we lie there in bed, we realize this is the last time we will be home by ourselves without a kid around for the next eighteen years. We look at each other in the eyes and we both know what the other is thinking.
This day has yet to happen, but I can only imagine how it really will unfold for me. Right now, I am only nineteen years old and have not found the love of my life. Hopefully someday I will find that man and we will both agree on having kids, but until then, I can only imagine.
i hope you enjoyed reading it