Have you ever had one of those moments of great personal insight? Well, I had one yesterday.

This week I joined my husband on his business trip to Door County, Wisconsin. Door County is a peninsula extending 70 miles north into Lake Michigan. I have a deep fondness for the Great Lakes, especially Lake Michigan.

We had a few hours free between obligations, so we decided to drive up the peninsula as far as time allowed. We had no agenda. The plan was to stop at whatever caught our attention.

The road weaved back and forth across the land. At times, we were in the middle, surrounded by vineyards and orchards. At other times we were along the shore, admiring views of the lake.

At our first stop, a public beach, we noticed rain on the horizon to the north. It appeared to be a heavy rain that was rapidly approaching the peninsula. Unfazed, we continued our drive north.

Inevitably, we drove into the rain. Fat drops landed on the windshield and increased in frequency until we were reminded of the need to buy new wiper blades. Still, we drove north, further into the rain.

The road wound back towards the shore. As the rain intensified, so had the wind. White capped waves filled the water before us. The temperature hung around 50 degrees. Of course, I had to stop.

We weren’t dressed for inclement weather. We both had a rain resistant soft shell, but the water resistance had faded with time. My husband was wearing dress slacks and dress shoes, and I wore jeans and leather mukluks. Not exactly appropriate for a heavy wind-driven rain.

I dashed out and jumped on top of an old stone fence. Over time, its flat top had chipped away and sunken to an angle. I ran along the top of the wall to its apex on the shore’s edge. I faced the wind and the water, and spread my arms wide. I leaned into the wind to stay atop my stone perch. Rain beat down on my face and soaked into my hair. A smile larger than my face lit up my eyes.

My husband had joined me by this point. I turned to look at him. I erupted in laughter.

The look on his face said, “Why am I out here? It’s cold and rainy. I’m getting soaking wet. This is miserable. But I’m not going to say anything because my wife is obviously enjoying herself.”

I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time. I am grateful for a husband who loves me so much.

There is a phrase I am fond of. It reminds me that everyone is different, so who am I to judge. It is a simple phrase:

To each their own.

We are all crazy in our own way. Why do some people think that you are crazy? Share in the comments below.