Extraordinary.

I know love doesn’t have to be extraordinary, just like the stories of our lives don’t have to be extraordinary. We can very well breeze into our twenties behind a cubicle, surf the internet until we clock out at 5pm. We can work for a paycheck that saves just enough for a car, a house, and the annual vacation. And when the timing is right, when it’s no longer cute to still kick it at the bar past 11pm, we can get married. When the age is right, we can go to City Hall and marry the person we happen to be regularly sleeping with at the time. The small details of that person don’t matter, they just have to be around when we’re ready to conform to the responsibility of a spouse and a family. None of that sun, moon, and stars type-shit.  After all, you can grow to love someone, right? Live with someone long enough and you'll grow comfortable, you'll develop your own rhythm. That's it's own form of love. And that should be enough, right? Boring, maybe, but enough. Right?

Extraordinary doesn’t have to be the sun, the moon and the stars. Extraordinary is when my Grandpa goes into the kitchen just to kiss the back of his wife’s neck as she washes the dishes. Extraordinary is when I call you up because the sound of your voice makes me feel just a little bit better about my day. Or it’s when we stay on the phone in silence, no words necessary, just so you don’t have to cry alone. Extraordinary is when you ease into someone and enjoy their familiarities, but with someone who also forces you to keep pushing, to keep growing, into your own individual selves as well as with each other. Extraordinary is not feeling afraid to tackle to world head on, to ask deeper questions, to ask ourselves, “what next?” or “what more could I be doing?” while resting assured that yes, you can do all these things and challenge this world and still have someone by your side. Extraordinary is actually believing in a love where we can challenge this world together.

What can I say? After all, I’ve never been one to just sit behind a cubicle.