Long Cold November Night

Nearly 14 years ago I got off work at 7 am in the morning. Wanting nothing more then to crawl into bed I drove straight home forgoing my usual stop at the drive through window. Upon arriving home I was greeted by my nine month pregnant wife saying that she thought she may be having contractions. All thoughts of bed were drove from my head as the possibilty of becoming a father dawned on me. We began timing the contractions and it was still way to early to go to the hospital, so we waited and breathed and watched the clock to see when the contractions would be close enough together to leave for the maternaty ward. After a few hours I was thinking, "what a morning not to stop and Timmie's, I'd love a cup now."

Later that same day the contractions were coming fast and furious and it was time to pack my wife and her bags and get going. On the way I could swear I heard the girls in the drive through window singing like angels as I drove by but it had to wait. We arrived (only to pass a Tim Hortin's counter in the hospital) she was all checked in and things were moving along nicely. Then as fast as things were moving everything just kind of stopped! Hours passed, by now the sun was starting to break the horizon and I was going on my second day of no sleep (although that addmitedly was nothing compared to what my wife was going through.)

Finally shortly after 10am on the 29th of November 1997 my son was born. We both got to hold him take some pictures and then the nurses said that mom and baby would need some rest and that I should get some aswell. Could it be true? could this be the chance? My father was there to offer is congrats and he said words that were so very special to me, words I've longed to hear..."Com'on lets go grab a Tim's"