To be completely frank, I actually think most happy marriages are a miracle. But there are times when Ted and I seem like such completely different people that it astounds me that we can even communicate in a common language, let alone live together and love each other.
One morning Ted and I woke up and I turned to him and said, "I had the craziest dream last night. I was a knight, and I had this mission, I had to fight and kill a dragon, only the dragon was on another planet, and my sword got lost, and I was having a hard time teleporting to the dragon planet, because I had to do it using only my mental powers and when I did get there..." I'll spare you the rest, but it went on for a good 20 minutes.
When I was finished telling my dream, Ted said, "Wow. That's a crazy dream! I had a crazy dream last night, too! I dreamed that I looked in the mirror and I had a giant afro!" That was it. That was his crazy dream.
Here's another example. A box arrived in the mail the other day with two books in it. One was for me and one was for Ted. This was my book:
This was Ted's book:
I don't know which one of us is more confused by the other person's book choice.