When you see this phrase, I know thereβs one place that comes to your mind. The ranks of shoes by the door. The elephants on the shelf in the library. The dishes always multiply. Thereβs a beautiful little garden outside, with maybe a few gnomes, who knows? You can hear Momβs crazy laughter all the way upstairs. And thereβs never only one basket of laundry. To be honest, this house is a little crazy, with people in it to match. But itβs a good crazy, a beautiful crazy.
A βeveryone says happy birthday your own wayβ crazy.
A βcozy hugs even when you donβt need themβ crazy.
A βstanding outside in the rainβ crazy.
A βcar rides when the air conditioning is broke but itβs okayβ crazy.
A kind of crazy that makes you want to try thumb wars while wearing oven mitts or watch just one more episode even though you have homework you know you need to do. A kind of crazy when you donβt feel nervous about talking at their dinner table half as much as you used to. A kind of crazy when youβre βskatingβ down the hall wearing socks and you try a twirl when you reach the end, and instead of looking at you funny, they just laugh and say, βWeβre wearing off on you. You fit right in.β
And I smile back at them, because if thereβs any place I want to fit in, itβs this one.
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