You need to find a man that makes you crazy. And vice versa.
I smiled as I read the text that came in on my phone. My heart fluttered a bit, to be honest. I always liked the fact that it still did that.
I texted him first, you see. I had spent the past four days off with my spouse, and by [10] in the morning, as I spent the day at work, I realized I was missing him. So I reached for my phone, and I sent a simple yet honest message.
I love you so much!!
I could immediately see the bubble of response coming my way.
I love you too!!
And then another text followed.
When I was young, love usually gave me butterflies. It made me tingle, and sometimes I even felt as if I could fly. A captivating romance would ensue for a full three months before the butterflies turned to slugs and my propeller stopped spinning. Crash and burn. I guess I wasn’t really flying; I was just gliding on good feelings.
Feelings. They’re important for sure, but sometimes emotion-driven romance can fizzle easy. It burns with passion, but then it doesn’t. A love built on physical attraction will fade as fast as beauty, but a crazy love, well, that’s different.
My husband thought it was crazy.
I’m so happy when I’m with you! It’s crazy!
I smiled at his words because I knew exactly what he meant. After four wonderful days together, I could totally relate. Infatuation grew boring, but love that held fast as the years zipped by, it was crazy.
When I first reunited with my husband (before we became husband and wife), I just thought I knew what crazy was. I mean, it felt crazy amazing when we first kissed. It was one of those sultry smooches that you feel like a lightning bolt, all electric, even down to your toes. At that moment, sitting in my parents‘ driveway, [30] years old, but feeling like a teenager, I melted. I seriously melted. It was crazy! Or so I thought.
I guess the really crazy part came later. It came after the proposal, which I must just stop here and say, was crazy amazing. Or so I thought. It even came after the wedding. Which, subsequently, was also crazy like a dream come true. I mean, my face hurt [afterward] from smiling so much at my man in a tux. But I just thought I knew crazy. The crazy came after the honeymoon. After the first pregnancy announcement. The crazy came in secrets uncovered, addictions brought to light, problems of the past raised again, and all the tears that followed. But that wasn’t the crazy part. The crazy part actually came with the healing.
When you can love someone past their flaws, despite your own, and draw closer, it’s crazy.
When you can love someone more than your own wants and desires, it’s crazy.
It’s crazy because you serve out of love, not obligation.
It’s crazy because you forgive since you were forgiven.
