My friend Mandy and I were chatting the other day. Random topics. And in the conversation, we were talking about my sweetie’s playful nature. And Mandy asked me if I ever intentionally antagonize my husband, which of course, I had to admit to. Yep, I like to antagonize my husband. I like to push his buttons. Why? Because it’s how we play. And I believe that being able to play with your spouse is an important thing. So, I push. The buttons. And after eight years of marriage, I’ve learned the really fun buttons to push.
And I know that when I start pushing certain buttons (with an impish grin on my face) that my sweetie is going to push back. With tickle torture. Because that’s my weakness. I am sooo ticklish. And when he is tickling me, I am defenseless. And so I laugh. I laugh until I can’t breath anymore. And then he stops…until I catch my breath.
But as we were playing this past weekend, I had a moment. A moment where I was able, briefly, to listen to myself. Even though I was being tickled and could barely breath, for a moment the world slowed and I heard my laughter — like I was listening to someone else. And I loved it.
Usually, I laugh one of two ways. I either do the silent laugh — my whole body shaking but no sound escaping my lips — or I laugh with tears running down my face. Can’t help it, can’t stop it. The tears just flow.
But with Scott — usually when being tickled but also occasionally just when we’re laughing and talking together — my laugh is different. It’s softer and melodic. And I love it. But I only laugh that way with him.
I couldn’t force that laugh if I tried. And, quite honestly, I wouldn’t want to. I rather enjoy knowing that my husband is the only one who can bring out this beautiful laugh in me. And knowing that, I just don’t want to share that laugh with anyone else.
What’s the best that your spouse brings out in you?