Different roads, same destination

Jake’s still asleep and I’m sitting here with my second cup of coffee, thinking about how our anniversary planning went down last month.

Different roads, same destination

We finally pulled it off - amazing weekend in the mountains, everything we wanted - but man, the process was eye-opening.

He had spreadsheets. Actual spreadsheets with backup restaurant options and weather contingency plans. Meanwhile, I was over here like “let’s just wing it and see what happens.” We’re talking about the same guy who once showed up to a camping trip with three different types of sunscreen but forgot to bring water.

Making sense of it all, one note at a time.

Turns out we both got what we needed, just took different routes to get there. His planning meant we actually got dinner reservations somewhere decent instead of ending up at a gas station hot dog situation (which, let’s be honest, has happened). My spontaneity meant we stumbled onto that amazing trail we never would have found if we’d stuck to the guidebook.

Funny how you can live with someone and still discover new things about how their brain works. Not bad things, just… different things. Makes me wonder what else we’ll figure out about each other as we go.