craziness is a virtue.

I just said to Tony, "I have a question for you. A real one. So please think about your answer. If you had to pick one of your favourite things about me—just one!—what would it be?"

He thought for a few seconds, looked at me, and said in all seriousness, "Your craziness." 

I laughed, probably glowed happiness, and asked for an example of said "craziness." 

He thought again, a shorter time, and replied, "Singing loudly on the escalator." 

Yah, I've done that. More than once. 

And I love that he loves that about me, my craziness.

(The photo is from when I met his family during Chinese New Year. He loves it; I love him.)