Women have always mystified and terrified me. They still do. There are junctures in life however, when things happen and you forget yourself. They are the impossibly cute moments. It could be that they are a comic gift from God.
I remember for example, the day I fell in love with Chantal Kreviazuk. She was playing at the Oakville Festival, and at that point was somewhat of an unknown. I was solo that weekend, and at the last minute, slipped in to a spot just off the stage within a stone’s throw distance of where she was playing. She sat down at her piano and started to sing “Before You”, just as the heavens opened and it started to pour rain. Rather than back off, she leaned in and sang her heart out. She reached the point in the lyric, “Ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday I can’t believe how much I love the rain” and she threw back her head and just laughed and laughed. It was impossibly cute. My heart did a backwards cartwheel. I was in love.
It’s those moments of magic that drive life. I could look at it in analytical terms, or I could (as people have done throughout history) just go with it. Falling in love is a thing which will never get old or out of style. Those kind of moments make our decisions for us, if we will give up the wheel and let them - logic be damned. I will go with impossibly cute every time. It makes sense even when it does not make sense. Blaise Pascal said it. “The Heart has its reasons, which reason itself cannot comprehend.”
The analytical part I think might have to do with some internal recognition. “Damn, this girl has got game”. Having game is a useful life attribute, and it might be the culprit responsible for those who fall in love, over and again. Having game is the ability to jump into the fun and chaos, and also to see love to its full conclusion despite the circumstances.
If you are lucky enough in life, you will get your moment of impossibly cute. If you are lucky you will also celebrate the perennial nature of love, this coming Thursday on Valentine’s Day.
I recall the ‘impossibly cute’ moment which sealed the deal with my wife, at least for me. I was walking with her, in a group of people. Seizing the moment and gambling that she would not embarrass me, I grabbed her hand. She looked up at me with the most coy of smiles and said “ Is your hand cold?”
I think I must have answered something like “very”. What is important is that she did not detach and when we go for a walk now hand in hand I sometimes think of it. It was that same moment my heart went flip-flop and said “Damn, this girl has got game”. I still think so twenty-six years and counting.
Like I mentioned with Chantal Kreviazuk, it is easy enough to fall in love. But that is only the beginning – the very nature of love aspires to its own permanence. The real-life test is staying in love over a lifetime with the same person. Those who have succeeded in that race have done so against the odds. My own parents had a love story that extended from second grade until death. It has as many twists and turns as a suspense novel, but ended well. Seeing their example makes me believe that love provides the answers to its own questions.
Vive l’amour. In life it is the thing which makes the least and the most sense, all at the same time. When your heart goes pitter-patter, you should recognize life’s gratuity and go with it. It could be your greatest adventure, ever.