Today is my husband’s birthday. It is also National Marguerita day, which is probably not a coincidence. Gosh, we’re getting old. He is 48 today, which is really close to 50, which is really old. Right? And I’ll be 45 soon, which is also really old. For me, anyway.
We are about half a country away from each other. Here I sit in a hotel room in North Dakota, surrounded by jewelry makings and sugar free candy. In honor of my husband I am watching Underworld, which I would probably not be watching otherwise. This movie serves my purpose, though, which is that it not demand enough attention to keep me from making jewelry, or writing blog posts. He is with my daughter in San Francisco. They arrived there today – he has a conference to attend and he has brought our daughter with him, since I am in North Dakota. He is speaking, so she will sit in the back of the room and read until he is done. Then they plan to visit the town, go to the zoo, ride a streetcar, you know. My daughter wanted to visit the “pretty jail on the island”. I told her maybe not. I’m hoping they will Skype soon. Today I have yet to speak with either one of them.
Seems like my husband and I always have a computer or two between us. Computers are his livelihood, specifically, data base administration. He can work from home a lot, but he also travels. We met online, through an online dating service. He was several years out of his divorce, which occurred because he wanted children and she did not. I was 34 and single. We exchanged witty emails, and eventually phone conversations. At that time he was at home because his father was dying of colon cancer and was living at home with him. We talked on the phone until the day his dad passed away; my husband couldn’t leave the house long enough to go out on a date until then. His devotion suggested to me that he would make an excellent husband and father. Any man who, alone, gives up his job for 8 months to stay home until his STEPdad passes away, has got some serious caregiving dedication.
We had a couple good (and funny) dates, and then we were dating. A year later, we got engaged. He chose me the most beautiful, the most perfect ring ever. I was unhappy with my present job and we moved to Alabama to be closer to my parents in case we had kids. We had a daughter, a wonderful daughter. My husband proved to be every bit the excellent husband and father I thought he would be. He found out we were pregnant online too. We were chatting between my office and his office, and I couldn’t get him on the phone after I took the test, so I typed it in the chat line: Oh, by the way, we’re pregnant.” My phone rang about 30 seconds after that. “That is NOT the kind of news we pass along on chat,” he said. “Oh well,” I said, “We met online, after all. I thought it was only appropriate.”
We’ll be married ten years in October. Wow, where did the time go? I just left my job of ten years, just in time, as the town’s Obstetrics and Gynecology service was imploding in the ugliest way possible. Two hospitals and two services were dumped together. Then the firings started. Nurses and doctors are being fired from the service every day now. I had a job if I stayed, but the circumstances were repugnant to me. Thus, I have decided to go adventuring, working as a travel doctor. It has always been a dream of mine. I love to travel.
But here I sit, tonight, in a nice hotel in a small town in North Dakota, and I feel just a bit lonely. I texted my husband a happy birthday greeting, but that is not the same. I haven’t spoken to him yet today. And I miss my little daughter. We will Skype tonight, and I will see their faces, and hear their voices, and I will feel better.
So, happy birthday honey. It’s been a crazy ride, these last ten years. We’ve moved, and gotten married, and had a baby, and here we are getting all old together. I sure do love and miss you! And I sure will have a lot of new jewelry to show you, since I’ve been sitting here making it every night since I’ve been here. Hope your Speaker’s Dinner and your ballroom dance are great tonight! Can’t wait to see you again!