Last week some of you had to Google John Wooden to see whom I was referring to. This week, let me start the discussion with a name you probably won’t have to Google to recognize.

Brad Womack.

Repeat offender on the show we all love to hate, which is, of course, “The Bachelor.” We can make fun of the premise of it, BUT nearly 10 million of us are tuning in on Monday nights to watch the train wreck. In fact, this week it was the number one show viewed by adults on Monday night.

While my husband was putting out Facebook posts begging someone to Skype in and take over his spot as my viewing partner and then later was literally hiding his face from the television screen, I thought to myself, “Self. Why do you like this show so much?”

And after much thought and several seasons behind me in the form of research, I realized the reason we tune in every week only to minutes later text our best friends, “THIS SHOW DRIVES ME CRAZY!” (received that text during the show this week) is because we love love.

No, I stand corrected. We don’t just love love. We love FALLING IN LOVE. That crazy show doesn’t show love in the form of a husband and wife learning to budget together and make career decisions as a couple. No, this show takes us to the rooftop of fancy hotels (whoever knew a roof was the key to romance?) where feelings are put on the line and butterflies are everywhere.

And I will admit, there has hardly been a Monday night when I’ve watched the show and not become a little smitten myself. I don’t mean for Brad, but I mean for RYAN. The show makes me want to feel that crazy, excited feeling that makes the whole world stop. That feeling when you know you like him, but you’re not sure if he likes you back. That feeling when you’re in the car and never have held hands before and you’re sitting in the passenger seat making your hand OH-SO-AVAILABLE for him to grab. All the while praying your palms won’t feel sweaty and you’ll have a clue as to the appropriate time to let go (which is clearly a little before he wanted to but not too soon to seem disinterested).

Ahhhh.

FALLING IN LOVE. It’s one of those defining moments in a relationship that sometimes we forget to recognize or celebrate or, more importantly, we forget to REMEMBER. Most of you reading are engaged. Delightfully engaged to be exact. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use a little reminder of how you got there.  And I don’t mean ring talk or dreaming of THE dress. I mean thinking WAY back. Before you KNEW if he liked you back. Or when you saw a text with his name and had to jump up and down a few times before opening it. Or the time he used sign language to fingerspell, “I am falling in love with you.”

I strongly believe in intentionally taking time-outs in your relationship and marriage to REMEMBER those crazy excited feelings – WHY you felt them will only make your love that much stronger. Because here is the difference between watching “The Bachelor” while single and watching “The Bachelor” while married – when you’re single you dream of when it will be YOU dancing on the roof to your own private concert but when you’re married that day essentially has come and gone (albeit details varying).

And I fear that when this feeling arises, some people re-seek those “firsts” with someone at work or the cute guy that notices you at the gym. Which is BAD.

Only on a messed-up reality show does that get to happen. Instead, why not invite your husband for a stroll down memory lane (depending on your marriage, this might be a 5K or a marathon) back to the season of life when you, like our crazy Bachelor, were falling in love. I even recommend you write it down. Writing will be only half as fun as reading it one day down the road.

On a blizzard of a Monday night, we could use a reminder of the warm, crazy-excited feeling that falling in love brings, even if it is in the form of Brad Womack, his therapist, and all of his crying women.