I don't know how many other people do this but I buy cards for special occasions way in advance so I always have something appropriate on hand in case I don't have time to go to the store or in the event the right moment just comes up. This has been a habit for decades, really since my early twenties. I have birthday, romance, get well soon, hang-in-there, anniversary, and even various comical holiday cards stashed away and ready for anything. There is only one card I can remember giving unexpectedly that really sticks in my mind as a life story. It was a card I gave my husband when we were first dating. In fact I gave it so unexpectedly, I didn't even fill it out.
Mike and I figured out within weeks after we began dating that we were a great match. Both of us had been burned in the past and, although I think we both knew we were falling in love early on, neither of us wanted to be the first to say it so we danced around it for a while. We had been dating about three months when he gave me a card. Before I opened it he prefaced it by saying, "I think you are going to understand this...most people wouldn't, but I think you will".
I opened the card. On the front were two little Play-doh aliens and one of them was saying, "Zeelple florb eep kligoo!" I opened the card and on the inside was a single question, "Narboza?"
I looked up at his hopeful face and could hardly contain my excitement when I said, "Wait right here....", got up, left the room and a bewildered Mike to go get something.
I came back and handed him a card and told him, "I bought this for you three weeks ago but wasn't sure if you would get it".
He opened the envelope, obviously puzzled until he pulled out the card.
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed.
If there was any doubt before then, it disappeared at that moment. This was it. As the years have gone by we have discovered all kinds of things about each other completely by accident that have just underlined this initial discovery. Most of the time it was just little things such as discovering that our views on religion, politics and family, while not always identical are completely compatible.
We dated for a year and in 2000 on Thanksgiving he proposed to me in front of both of our families with my daughter on his knee holding a ring and saying, "Mike wants to know if he can be my Daddy". I couldn't imagine a better proposal. We married five months later. I remember walking down the isle beside my dad and seeing Mike standing at the front waiting for me. "There's my friend!" I thought. That is what he has always been first and foremost...my best friend.
Mike and I have known each other since childhood. We grew up in the same neighborhood and knew many of the same people. Both of our fathers are doctors so we had a wide variety of medical contacts making health care very convenient. When Allison was born, Mike sat at my head talking me through the c-section while our mothers stood in the doorway right outside the delivery room. I will never forget how surreal it was after knowing him most of my life to hear his voice saying, "Okay, there she is", and looking at me, "Do you here that? That's our baby...and our moms are hugging each other in the hall".
Once, still fairly early in our marriage I had been stuck home one day with a virus and I noticed on the cable guide channel that later in the day an awesome movie marathon would be playing. Anticipating the marathon I popped in a tape of another great movie, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, to pass the time until it began. The marathon started, I switched to cable and the tape automatically ejected. I fell asleep on the couch when the marathon was over and woke up to a kiss from Mike, having just arrived home from a long day at work. He saw the cover of the tape on the coffee table and said, "You watched Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil today? What a great movie...." then he saw the tape jutting out of the VCR, pulled it out and changed his tone, "This tape is only half played?! What made you stop the movie?" Mike asked in feigned horror.
"I was just waiting for another movie to start", I began, but he interrupted.
"You stopped Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, a Clint Eastwood directed movie to watch something else??? What could possibly have trumped THIS movie??" he demanded.
"Godfather marathon", I said frankly.
"....oh....good...you know the rules", he replied with a sigh of relief. This was one of those "I knew there was a reason I married you" moments, and we had a good laugh.
Neither of us are particularly closed minded on world issues and when we do disagree we are willing to hear each other out. We are both adventurous eaters enjoying a wide variety of flavors and experiences. I introduced Mike to sushi and he quickly became a connoisseur, seeking out new sushi places to sample. Mike introduced me and our girls to Pho, something I had never tried before but now I can't get enough. The little surprises continue.
I love when we find little ways to relate to each other that just come to us out of the clear blue and seem so obvious once discovered that we wonder why it took us so long to see the correlation.
Mike worked retail for the first ten years of our marriage and during holidays his hours could be oppressive. Our first Christmas season together I told him if they didn't let him off work I would have to picket his store. He thought I was joking. Kelly and I made posters, went to the mall and stood outside his store. The posters read "All work and no play makes Mike a tired boy!" and "Daddy come home!" his co-workers and customers notice before he did along with other people in the mall. When Mike finally saw us he came out and hugged us. "You guys are crazy!" he laughed, enjoying our little joke. He told us later that his regional manager heard about it, called him and said "I wish someone loved me that much". It became our annual joke. We always made sure to show up when he least expected it. It was a tradition that we loved to plan and have really missed now that he has better hours and works wholesale.
We have so much fun together...but marriage is not all fun and romance. The tough times are what tempered our relationship, making it stronger with each hurdle and closer with each heartbreak.
Some of our toughest times were caused by the recession. I would be hired for a job only to get laid off within a few months. I remember after my third job loss coming home, completely dejected. Mike hugged me and asked if I needed anything. Yes, a relaxing bath would be good. He drew the bath for me, put a towel in the drier so it would be warm when I was ready to get out, and let me soak for a few minutes...then he came in and sat down. I finally broke down and started to cry. Mike held my hand for a minute but decided that wasn't quite enough...he climbed into the tub fully clothed and held me while I laughed and sobbed at the same time. With one unexpected gesture the disappointment turned into a wonderful evening I will never forget. He has a way of taking me by surprise at just the right time.
Mike is a born comedian, constantly making people laugh and causing people to ask me, "Is he like this at home?" In fact, people asked it so often when he was working retail that he frequently called me in the middle of the day and said, "Honey, you're on speaker, answer the question.." which was my cue to say, "Yes! He's like that at home!" (I would hear his customer's laughing in the background.) "Thank you, baby!" he would say giggling at our little on running joke.
We have so many memories: our honeymoon in Jamaica, trips to Florida, stay-cations when we needed a break but were too poor to travel, holidays, children, buying our house, fixing our credit, school projects, achievement awards, employment rejections, cars, household repairs, losing my mom, losing Jenny, his mother's illness and, of course, my father's illness. Through it all we have had so many moments when we connect and know everything will be alright. We are a team. Mike calls these moments "Narbozas"...the ultimate answer to everything, our private term for our connection.
Recently he asked me, "How many Narbozas do you think we've had?"
"Oh, I don't know", I replied, "Too many to count. Narboza has become our 'I love you'"
"It has", he agreed. "Narboza."
"Narboza", I replied.
Happy Valentine's Day (a little belated)!
To be continued...
