Love isn’t a mystery.
Loyalty, resiliency, and kindness are mysteries. And humor. Humor is definitely a mystery. And a gift.
I have been in love with many people who weren’t funny. They were thrilling at first but ultimately gave me a headache.
If two people are in love they will be happy for a while. If one or both of them is funny, they will soldier through the giant snow drift of life like it is fresh popcorn waiting to be eaten.
I know this to be true from laughing with my husband in emergency rooms and other places where people are silent or crying.
We would leave the hospital’s circle drive to have a milkshake, one thinking the other would be cheered by the chocolate, and it reminds us of times in the summer leaning against the car with the big neon sign giving our faces a slight blue hue and how we joked about coming there with all the other people who had no other place they’d rather be.