Her laugh was infectious.
The entire coffee shop stared at us like we're crazy.
I am crazy..
Crazy in love with her.
I am crazy in love with how she burns the toast every morning.
I am crazy in love with how she flinches when untangling her hair.
I am crazy in love with how she drools on my chest at 3am.
I am crazy in love with how she flings her arms around my neck, as though she hasn't seen me for a week.
I am crazy in love with the way she smiles.
The way she laughs.
The way she eats..
But mostly I'm crazy in love with the way her eyes lit up, when I asked her to marry me.
The way she looked in that white lacy dress..
The way she walked down the aisle...
Now, on our 25th wedding anniversary, I'm as crazy in love with her as I was 30 years ago.
Who said being crazy was a bad thing?