Eric and I recently celebrated a wedding anniversary. Romantic sap that he is, he got me a gift. A gift so perfect and significant that he had it rush-delivered, internationally.

It arrived during our holiday travels, after much gnashing of teeth by Eric and lengthy calls with FedEx,  who did not deliver it sans signature as he requested. Finally, Eric got them to drop it at a FedEx location and we went to pick it up.

I opened it. A gecko wall hanging, metal, with flecks of its creamy bronze paint coming off. Hmm. But it was a flaky metal gecko wall hanging from the man I love, and he thought it was the bee’s knees.

He practically gushed. “Don’t you love it? I knew you’d love it. When I saw this, I just knew.”

I held my breath for a moment as my mind whirred and clanked. He had to have a reason that he thought this particular objet d’art was the only gift for me. The faulty engine in my head ground to a shuddering halt, with no answer. So I smiled my biggest smile and said, “Absolutely. Thank you, baby.”

Two weeks later, after I regretfully hung it on our bathroom wall in the space previously graced by a beautiful, colorful wooden shadow box of non-flaky butterflies, I took the picture, above. And it was only after I took the photo that it hit me.

Geckos. I crazy-love the geckos who prance on our sliding glass door a few months of each year, the bachelor gecko who found his woman, and two became three. I wrote about it in a damn book, for goodness sakes. This was Gecko Boy and Gecko Girl.

OK. And suddenly I loved the flaky metal geckos and realized they were THE perfect thing to balance our bathroom mirrors on either side.

So three weeks later, I received a card in the mail from Eric. He sent it while he was in India, but he’d been home for two weeks by the time I got it, plus the three others he sent at different points during his journey.

Here it is:

Don’t mind the puncture mark. That’s just where Cowboy the big yellow dog helps the mail carrier get our mail through the door slot every day. It keeps him young, so waddya-gonna-do.

The inside said:

I can’t lie here. When I read, “Can you believe they had this card?!” I thought, “Not really, because it’s kind of ugly.” (Sometimes I’m secretly not very nice, but it doesn’t count if you don’t say it out loud, shhhh) It was just a funny pink giraffe card, for Valentine’s Day. That came two weeks late. Or early, depending how you looked at it since it wasn’t even Valentine’s Day yet.

And “Thank you for being my giraffe?” We’d never called each other little giraffe pet names. My neck is not freakishly long and graceful. He hadn’t compared any of me to any of a giraffe, or him either. WTH?

It wasn’t until hours later, when I picked the card up for the tenth time, that I got it. Of course! The Jamaican kissing giraffes that we bought as our Thanksgiving souvenir, only two months ago. The same giraffes that were sitting in our living room 15-feet away from me at that very moment.

So at this point, I came clean with Eric. About all of it. The gecko bewilderment. The giraffe muddle. My brain nothing but old rusty parts. It wasn’t him, it was me.

And he laughed, he howled, tears rolled down his cheeks. I laughed, too. But, somewhere deep inside, this man has got to be panicked. Because someday I will surely tell him “I told you so,” when I’m in a home for people with Alzheimer’s and he’s reading me one of my books over and over trying to spark a memory of us and we die together in bed at the same time and our heirs make boatloads of money off the movie.

I would say I told you so, if I could remember the gecko and giraffe incidents, that is. Which I won’t.

*sigh*

Until then, more ginko biloba, please.

Pamelot

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23 Responses to The Notebook, Eric and Pamela Style

  1. Eric Hutchins says:

    What does one say to that?
    (pretty funny though) 🙂
    I love you, whats-your-name-again

  2. Rhonda Erb says:

    That is Hee-larious! I didn’t even notice the title until I finished the post, and that made it even more funny. I just love reading about you two, and your sense of humor is the best!
    This reminds me of Tim and myself, only he’s the one with the blank look when I make reference to things that have meaning between us. Or had. The blank looks might be an indication that the meaning to him has faded. Or that he has Alzheimer’s. 🙂

  3. Vidya Sury says:

    And I will be looking at you both, very fondly, from my particular piece of heaven and smiling….or laughing wildly! 😀

  4. gene @bigzigfitness says:

    funny thing…as i was reading i was trying to tie it in to “the notebook”, but was having a tough time….until the end! way to keep me thinking all the way through, looking for clues.

    perhaps i’ll be in that ‘home’, a few doors down. we’ll have a good time meeting ‘new’ friends every day!

  5. You better take more krill oil to lube your brain ’cause I don’t want to have to visit you guys in an Old Forgetful Writers and The Lovers Who Don’t Remember Them Home. It gets OLD visiting people in homes when they don’t remember you. Sheesh P, even I knew immediately what those things referenced and I’m waaaaay OLDER than you are. Would you really trust your story to those kids that YOU raise? Their humor would make it a very warped movie – something about p**** cakes and whatever Clark Kent was in the mood for that week.

    • Pamela says:

      lol, yes about the p**** cakes and CK! So sad that I was unable to mentally follow these small romantic leaps my husband took. Luckily he still finds this amusing…

  6. rebeccanolen says:

    I love this story. And I finally finished the book. Why was I waiting, huh? I say this reading was better than the original reading. I LOVED it. But you’ll hear more in the review. Bah – ha- ha-(evil laugh).

  7. Rhonda Erb says:

    Pamela, I’m sorry to keep taking your attention from everyone else (ha) but I had to tell you. On my latest blog post, which was a Daily Prompt by WordPress, my brother commented and I had no idea what he was talking about. In fact, I wondered if he’d been hacked because I was clueless. I replied that I didn’t understand his comment. A second or tow later the memory slowly started creeping back into my mind. And I’m not kidding. It wasn’t an instant light bulb moment. It was like fragmented images crept in until the whole picture was there. Then I remembered. He referenced something that was very meaningful and hilarious between us and I cannot even believe I didn’t get it. I had a complete Alzheimer’s moment only this time it was with my brother. It made me laugh, and just thought I’d share!

  8. Lol. I sadly get this. 🙂 Kudos to Eric for thinking outside the box and dragging you along with him!
    xo Heidi

  9. Eric Huthchins says:

    I am thinking about starting to hang pictures of me around the house with my name on them to help you remember me!

  10. I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but who are you, and why are you in my Newsfeed?

  11. Bill Dorman says:

    Awwwww; that’s what makes the world go ’round………

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