Nate and I have some peculiar similarities, which I frankly think is the reason we’re able to tolerate each other and our marriage works so well. When you’re having a neurotic moment, it’s a relief to be able to look across the room and know that there’s someone else who so totally gets it.
One of our familiar qualities is attention to detail. Details drive us both batty. When I was a kid I’d go to hotels with my flight attendant mom a lot, and I’d take in every last nook and cranny of every place that we visited. I distinctly remember picking out which ones had the best, fanciest soaps and which had the cutest little pens sitting bedside. Tiny things could make my whole stay.
I watch my kids now when we travel, ogling donut sprinkles or remarking excitedly about mini bottles of honey served with my tea.
They’re definitely their parents’ children.