Yes I Am Weird And So Is My Love

Since I have read this weird love quote a few days ago, I feel like I have found a perfect definition to the love that me and Mr. B share. 

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find 
someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

(Quote attributed to both Dr. Seuss and Robert Fulghum)

I have never formally introduced Mr. B. He is the man that I have been married for the last six years and would continue being married to as long as death do us apart! (yes I do have a dramatic flair). So he is obviously my husband, and he is Little B’s father.

Mr. B is travelling for work (again!) and it is these periods of us being physically away that I feel the most in love. Ironic isn’t it!

In our day to day lives we both are so busy being parents that we often forget that we are lovers as well. But when we are apart, I don’t think of him as Little B’s father, but only as the man I love.

And finding this quote…I feel as if this quote has become my companion in my loneliness.

My husband and I are are weird. We are unsocial beings with strong likes and dislikes and even stronger philosophies to live by. We don’t make friends easily, or should I say, we do not like making friends much. We really do not understand the idea of social interdependence. Give us a week or a month or a year and we would happily spend it without meeting a single soul.

What we like is not liked by anybody else. We start watching a TV series and it usually never makes to the next season. We start going to a restaurant and it shuts soon enough.

We love travelling. But not once we have traveled anywhere on our marriage anniversary. Why? Because we do not want to succumb to the social stereotype  of necessarily going on romantic holidays for special occasions.

What if I tell you that once we went to a park conservatory for celebrating Valentine’s Day and we loved it. Instead of holding hands throughout the day, we marveled at the leaves of Diamond Maidenhair.

Separately we were weird enough that people complain. And now that we are together, we are weirdest of them all.

P.S. Maybe we all are weird in a way. Maybe that’s why we all fall in love after all.