As far as we know, Adam didn’t ever really talk in his sleep before we were together. Neither his parents nor his ex-wife have ever heard a peep from him. I heard him for the first time on that fateful February 2009 night, when he declared, "Enough with the cheese! Enough!"
At first, Adam just talked every couple of weeks. Then every couple of nights. Then every night. Then lots of stuff every night! I kept a written log for myself, and shared everything he uttered with our friends and family. Adam got pretty used to being the unwitting source of comedy for everyone we knew.
I created the blog in October 2009 for a lark, as an easy way for our family and friends to keep up with Adam’s brilliant sleep-talking. Over time, we established a following of a couple of hundred people, and we thought that was pretty amazing.
And then, on January 8, 2010, we woke up to find that since we had gone to bed, 28,000 people had visited the blog. By the end of that day, over a quarter of a million people had read my husband’s midnight mutterings! We were in shock. Then the media blitz started, and Adam has been entertaining people all over the world ever since.
Adam and I were 18 years old when we met and fell in love. It was 1992 in Israel, and we were each on a year abroad between high school and university. From the first evening we spent out together in Jerusalem, we both knew that something extraordinary was brewing.
During our time together in Israel, we spent every possible moment together. However, before we knew it, our year abroad came to an end, and each of us had to return to our homes on opposite sides of the ocean. We tried to carry on the relationship as best we could. Remember, this was before the days of email or Skype or even affordable international calling. We recorded tape cassettes of us speaking, intermixed with music, and sent them back and forth.
But for two 19-year-olds in the early 90’s, it felt impossible. Adam in particular found the distance unbearable, and we parted extremely painfully.
I waited for Adam, hoping he could find it in himself to stick it out. Finally, after two years of anguished pining, I moved on and committed to a life without him.
Right around that same time, Adam realized that he had made a mistake, that he wanted to find a way for us to be together. But for me, having worked so hard to get over him, it was too late. So it was his turn to hope and pine. For two years, he waited every day for the phone to ring. And then, as I had before, he went on with his life.
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Eleven years had passed since we had last spoken, fourteen since we had seen each other, when I—on a momentary whim—looked Adam up on the internet and dropped him an email.
We moved very swiftly from email, to IM, to phone, to video Skype. We spent hours each night talking on video. Throughout these weeks, we never acknowledged that anything romantic was going on. We behaved as if, "Oh, this is normal, we are just old friends who happen to spend hours every night on video together." Even so, the connection and chemistry were as strong as they had ever been.
Finally, I proposed that we sit down together for a cup of coffee, to put the past behind us. Of course, there was only one way for us to go for coffee together, so Adam bought himself a plane ticket to New York.
Adam says that, from the moment he came through the airport doors, he knew that he was in love with me and always had been. I needed a little bit more convincing.
Six weeks later we were engaged.
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Now three years later, we have made ourselves a wonderful home in the loveliest neighborhood in London with our adorable little doggie Molly, and are joined by Adam’s two delightful children every other weekend. It is a marvelous life of the most nauseatingly sappy marital bliss.