While I was preparing for my vision board party, Mike was helping me make some cookies. I don’t remember what possessed this, maybe I needed a laugh, but I said “I have an idea. Why don’t I make a rule where for the next 10 minutes, you can only speak in rhyme?”
Mike was quiet for a little while but then after about 45 seconds, he said a line in rhyme. And I giggled. And we kept going.
And now it’s kind of our thing. We just rhyme randomly. And laugh.
Then, earlier this week we were in the kitchen doing dishes after dinner and I was packing up the leftovers for lunch when in a loud random voice I said “the lunch.”
Mike started laughing and when I asked what he was laughing about he said “I was just going to start singing and it would’ve been really embarrassing.”
Because I want to protect my husband from more public shame, I told him I wouldn’t share the song he then broke into. But, it was hilarious. So funny and silly. I was giggling up a storm.
We kept making up more lyrics to this song that had to do with lunch and leftovers and dishes. And we kept cracking up.
I’m still struck as we laugh and laugh and laugh by how good it feels to do so.
And as we laughed and laughed, made up more lyrics, and laughed and cheered at each other’s good rhymes, I said to Mike
promise me we’ll always be weird.
I never want to stop laughing like this. How many adults did you see being silly or weird when you were a kid? I didn’t see many.
When we’re “grown up” and have kids, I don’t want to stop giggling and joking around with my husband. As we take on more responsibility in years to come, I still want to have good clean fun like this. I want to laugh. I want us to still be weird.