I’m not a fan of cheesy cliches. On the other hand, cliches become that way for a reason.
In truth, Mr. R. and I laugh together. A lot. In fact, his quirky sense of humor is the first thing I noticed about him. That’s a story we’ll tell sometime. But here’s a conversation that actually occurred in our house today:
Mr. R.: I almost killed that fly with my bare hand.
Mrs. R.: I would have been impressed.
Mr. R.: I once caught a fly with chopsticks.
Mrs. R.: That was the karate kid.
Mr. R.: Oh yeah, I thought it sounded familiar.
I laughed until I cried. Live, Laugh, Love. Cheesy cliche? Maybe. But it’s a great way to approach life.