Dreams Made Real

Its the ways you keep showing up.....

I was sitting in the nursery at Howard and this day dream happened to me

I was walking into our hospital room and you were holding this baby,
our baby,
to your breast and I was awestruck

I was looking at houses and I saw you in the kitchen...then I saw me walking up behind you, putting my arms around you and getting on your nerves while you tried to cook.

I was playing the piano and you came up behind me and put your arms around me and said come to bed.

And then that living dream where you came to the hospital I could potentially train at
to pick something up from me
like any regular couple would when one person is on call and the other is at home

And I thought about all those regular weekends that that could happen.
How that could be our normal.
And how normal we would show so many people gay love can be.
Normal and extraordinary.
Every day and captivating.

I get in the car on my way to NC and there are so many times I wish the first door I was opening was the passenger's side door for you.

So many places I go that I wish you were with me.

And I try not to dream....I try not to get carried away. I shake my head to get these thoughts out of there.

But I think about the leaves changing
and driving up to your house, packing you a bag, and going to a bed and breakfast for the weekend.

All the memories my 4th year could hold as the foundation of a future together.

Foot rubs and lesson planning.

House hunting and baking for Pi day.

More hikes, more movies, more bachata.

Time is so precious and I'd like to give mine to you.

And I have to try.

I have to see if my dream could be our reality.