Moments

I was with Tim in his parent’s basement. Laying on the couch, watching a movie, giggling and kissing. He got up, and knelt beside me so he could look me in the eyes. “I love you.” Words that had been swirling around my mind for months, words that I was too afraid to say to a man for the first time were finally out in the open. For that moment, the world was perfect. Nothing else mattered. (2006)

It was 1:30am on a busy Saturday night. I was working at The Pub with another bartender, Geo. Our friends were there, drinking raucously and joyfully carrying on. I was in the pass rolling cutlery while the dishwasher washed the floor. With two full pitchers in his hands, Geo walked through to deliver crisp beer to a thirsty table. He was walking, he was talking and in one second he was flying through the air, the freshly washed floor having created a surprisingly slippery surface. He landed, flat on his back – with two full pitchers of beer in his hands. “THE BEER IS OKAY!” he yelled out to a silent bar, full of witnesses to his potentially embarrassing situation. The crowd cheered and in one moment he became a legend. (2007)

It was the last day of my fourth year of University. I was running across campus in my pyjamas, with an 82 page final project in my hands. I hadn’t gone to bed the night before and I was scheduled to work at The Pub 15 minutes earlier. I was cursing my project partner for not having completed her portion of the project, causing me one last sleepless University night. My eyes had bags under them and my hair was noticeably greasy. I handed the project in just under deadline and drove to The Pub. I burst in to see two of my favourite coworkers and I looked at them and cried. I had just finished University and in that moment, my life was starting. (2008)

I was sitting cross-legged on the comfortable, dated, green leather couch, and Tim was on the computer in the bedroom. I was talking to Kate on the phone, exclaiming about a mutual friend’s freshly announced pregnancy. “I told her my sisters better not get pregnant soon or I’ll have to move home!” Kate, ever so nonchalantly, said “Well, then you’re going to have to move home.” I laughed it off, telling her I was kidding and no one was pregnant. “No, Leah. You’re going to have to move home soon.” My mind dropped and I told her to say it, to spell it out for me. “I’m pregnant,” she finally confirmed. I laughed and screamed and cried. “I have to put the phone down! TIM! TIM COME HERE!” With the phone sitting in my lap, I cried. I was feeling emotions I didn’t even know I knew how to feel. A new life was starting. (2010)