Everyone should fall in love and have babies

Everyone should fall in love and have babies, it’s a fact-it’s my fact.

My friends often make fun of me because my question to them after meeting a potential boyfriend/girlfriend for the first time is always, “Are you in love??” “Are you going to get married and have babies??”

Recently, more than ever, I’ve discovered how truly fabulous it is to fall in love- really fall, heard first, in love.  A few weeks ago, I witnessed a new guy walk into my friend’s life-I mean he literally walked right up to her at the bar in epic form. I teased her that it was like watching a movie.  A group of us girls were dancing in a circle—music blaring, arms in the air, drink in hand, life a la mode.  Out of nowhere, a guy from the other side of the bar starts to slowly make his way to our end.  It was as if the whole bar went blurry except for my friend standing in the middle of us. He was a man on a mission, desperately setting out to beat everyone to the finish line and claim his prize. And then he arrived, looked right into her eyes and said, “Can I buy you drink?” We all watched him whisk her away in awe. And then they fell in love, naturally. (I’m currently planning the wedding).

But it was her reaction, her bubbly and giddy attitude that made me smile and think. It’s amazing how one person can alter your life and change your way of thinking. One day you’re strangers, the next you’re setting a date. I see it every day. I see my parents in love for almost 30 years. I see my sister’s in love and happily married. I see strangers in the mall, grocery store, movies, in love. And they all have that same look on their faces, the dazzled look that tells you that they don’t know how they got so lucky to have met their soulmate.

Not only do I see it everywhere, I live it. Before I met my boyfriend, Jon, I was a bitter girl jaded by past relationships, who hated everyone and their stupid love story. It’s not real, it won’t last, I hate them, I thought often. I was convinced that “my one” had gotten run over by a bus on his way to me, and I was SOL.  Jon didn’t walk into my life as dramatically as my friend’s future husband did, and he didn’t magically turn my life into rainbows and butterflies. But he does make me want to be a better person—to be a little less Debbie downer and more of a little Mary sunshine.  I think it’s because I see the best version of myself when I’m around him—like an HDTV version that kicks regular T.V’s butt. Or maybe it’s because he’s the only one who thinks I’m funny. I haven’t decided yet.

Sometimes it’s easy to give up on finding love because no one seems good enough; no one seems to fit right with you.  But to find it, to find your partner in life who doesn’t care what you look like after getting two hours of sleep, doesn’t judge you for eating your feelings on a bad day, and doesn’t mind that it takes you 10 times before you get the joke —is worth taking a shot at. Fall in love.  Fall hard. And have some babies.